generation gap

I was attending my company's annual awards event at Eaglequest Golf Centre in Surrey (somebody gets shot and killed at the parking lot a week or two later) and the first of three guest speakers was a guy called Jeremy Conaway. He talked about parenthood and how to talk on the same level as clients who will be increasingly from the Generation X. His talk made me think of my parents. It just reminded me that it can be extra difficult for them to raise me. Not only because we weren't biologically related. Not only because I am rather stubborn, somewhat rebellious and quite adventurous. But also because we had such an age gap difference. Most people my age had parents who are boomers. My parents were older than boomers.
I just want to say that there are things my Mom & Dad and myself disagree and may always disagree and that is just a hard solid fact in our lives. But I will still always love them and I will always appreciate the fact that they loved me first. Really, they do. I may be adventurous and eager to explore things and go beyond convention despite risking being marginalized by my contemporaries. But the bravery that my parents had when they made the decision to adopt me and continued to struggle forward to see me grow up through the various stages of my life thus far is a bravery that I'm not sure I can ever have. Despite all the theory and talk I used to spin in my head about love, my Mom & Dad's exercise of love is something that I may never be able to do. As I see more suffering and death in this world, I reflect on my own personal life. I don't know who among the three of us will go first, but the time will inevitably come and that's just a fact of life. I must therefore appreciate what limited time we still have together.