The realization of the year just hit me. Our parents are not as neurotic, psychotic, paranoid or unreasonable as we think. They'd been telling the truth all along but we'll never really get it until we're about their age. By that time, we'll look back and realize we acted like medieval thinkers hell-bent on burning our parents at the stake.
Now I look with horror at my own future burning. She is only four and already she scowls at what she perceives to be my dictatorial reign.
If my mom were half the antagonist I'd imagined her to be, I suppose she'd be cackling right now. In between her sounds of mirth she'd probably say, "I told you so."