For parents, children: Take time to read. Dear Mom and dad, I know how hard it is for you to work all day just to get us by, I know how stressful it is for you to shoulder all the bills, I understand how you want things to be, I know for you I seem like I dont care at all, but yes I completely understand, and if that understanding includes comparing me with other children, yelling at me when I fail to wash the dishes on time, holding my allowance because I had more than 3 mistakes on an exam, and telling me how much a disappointment I am for not exceeding your expectations, that you almost wish I am someonelses child, Yes.. Yes I fully understand. I take every sermon as a motivation from you. As parents, I know you utter those words not because you dont love me, but because you want the best for me. Mom, dad, I just want you to know how much I love the both of you. Everyday I ask God why did he blessed me with such wonderful parents? Why did you give them someone like me? When you can give them someone as perfect as them? I hope that one day parents will realize that we are not robots, we are not computer programmed. We also get tired, and We cannot do instant perfect. How I wish I could tell you the small things in life, like getting the highest score in class, joining a contest in school, how much I hate someone, that we made fun of our teacher in class that could almost put my lungs out because of laughing, falling inlove, getting hurt, how fun was my experience the first time I got drunk, Sounds crazy right? Insane. But thats where we learn, from the weirdest situations. How I wish you could listen how good I am in poetry, how I wish that you could see I prepared dinner for you, that I already know how to cook rice, that I cleaned the room, that Im learning. Well obviously you wont notice that because you are too busy pointing out my mistakes. I wish I could tell you how painful it is seeing you disappointed, when I gave my 100%. How hard it is to pretend Im deaf when you tell me that I am good at nothing, that I am only good at shaming you. How it breaks my heart seeing you having that envious-look at someonelses child. Sometimes I wanna ask you, if you our parents cant accept us for who we are, how do you expect us to be accepted by others? By ourselves? Sometimes I hope you listen to my dreams, to what I want to become when I graduate, that I dont want you to work anymore, that I get hurt too, that not all the time you are right. That I mean every apology, That sometimes you have to adapt and accept the new generation called us that you dont have to base everything from your childhood because it is way more different than today. That I can change not only for the better but for the best. That I can wait until you accept me, like the way youve waited patiently until I have said my first word. I love you, and somehow I hope Im special for you too. Sincerely yours: Child
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 05:33:41 +0000
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