They did the best they could with what they had, never knowing the most insignificant comment or action could affect our habits, our behaviours, our beliefs, the way we live and the way we love. They never realized their discipline, or lack of , would drive us to do things we may have never done.
We put them on a pedestal, until one day it came crashing down on us and we saw them as they were, only human. We noticed their faults, we caught their mistakes and now all of a sudden, we know best.
We want them to eat better, exercise, have more friends, express themselves, meditate, read books or even just relax.
And upon reflection we say to ourselves, "I've known this person my whole life, and yet I don't really know them at all." We love and care for this person and they love and care for us, and yet, who are they?
As an adolescent I thought I knew my mom and dad, but when I became an adult, I realized I didn’t. I had no idea what their hopes and dreams were, let alone their fears. I didn’t really know where they came from or who they used to be.
My parent’s were strangers in my mind’s eye. I knew more about my close friends than I did the two people who raised me. Why is it that I knew so little about them? It wasn’t because I didn’t care, it just seems every time I spoke to either of them, they only wanted to know about me; they offered little to no insight into who they were. I realized it’s because I never asked.
So I urge you to talk to your parents, ask them questions about who they are, who they were and who they wish they’d become. Thank them for what they did for you, what they’ve done for you and what they’ll continue to do. Forgive them for things they said or did, because in the end, they did they best they could. Ask them questions they’ve never been asked before, because before you know it, it will be too late.
Thank you, Ma and Daddy.