Elastic and steak

I used to make fun of my Mom for wearing elastic-waist pants.
I used to laugh, I tell you, and tell her how truly dorky she was.

I used to roll my eyes at my Dad when my sister and I would ask to go out to eat on Saturday nights and he would say (in a very, very exasperated tone), "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I am staying at home and cooking out on the grill and having a beer. I have been gone all week."

I didn't understand that in the hustle and bustle of raising two children, working a full-time job, keeping a home orderly ... I didn't understand that sometimes you just want to be comfortable. And good grief - do y'all know how comfortable elastic-waist pants are? Oh. My. Gosh. I'm gonna say it on the record ... I wear elastic waist pants ... Yoga pants? Sure. Sweat pants? Absolutely. Granny-style elastic waist slacks? You betcha.
Y'all - being comfortable should never take a back seat to style. I say here and now: Elastic waist pants are comfortable and stylish.

And my poor, poor Daddy. Stuck with a wife and two daughters. Two daughters who were extremely social and wanted nothing more than to be out and about. But now? At 30-something, I totally get why he wanted to be at home, sipping a cold beer, knowing that he was going to sit down to a steak cooked just the way he wanted it, a fresh salad and a hot baked potato with the love of his life and his two amazing daughters. I understand now that there's just something about knowing you can bum out in your comfort clothes, relax, nod off (or not), watch a movie (or not) - whatever.

It isn't crazy how perspective can change with time? With maturity? With life experience?