Keely Galvin

The Perfection of Parents

When I was a child, I saw my parents as something akin to perfection. I can vividly recall sitting at recess in year 4. One of my closest friends was complaining about how strict her mother was; another jumped in on the action and decidedly stated her mother was worse for having the audacity to not let her go to a sleepover that Friday. I remained silent. In my mind, I was thinking about how lucky I was. I had a mum who was strict but fair, and a father who was loving and kind. In that moment, my brain painted my family in idyllic brush strokes. A piece of art for all to see.