How much do you really know about your parents?
When you get to your early-to-mid 20s, your relationship with your parents takes an unexpected turn. Once you move out, finish studying, and/or start working, your parents start to feel less like authority figures and more like your… peers.
Much older peers. Who refer to ‘The Facebook’ and ‘Snapface,’ and pull a frankly ridiculous expression when looking at their phone. But peers nonetheless.
At the same time, the years spent fighting, with your parents trying their very, very best for you not to make truly stupid decisions/injure yourself/quit everything just because you’re a bit tired today, take their toll, and you end up feeling that although you love your parents, you don’t really know much about who they are, beyond…. you.
And they might not really know much about who you are, outside of your terrible bank balance, poor sleeping habits, and penchant for eating more than they physically thought possible when you come home for dinner.
So recently, I sat down with my mum and we asked each other five questions. I expected to laugh, and get most of them wrong, and to pay her out roughly every four to six seconds, but that's not quite what happened.
I got... I caught... the feelings.
I had real feelings.
We sat on a lounge, with a bowl of Allen's red frogs to break the ice (they really do help when you're feeling a little awkward) and asked each other the following five questions: