This post is dedicated to mums. To those who have one. To those who's lost one. To those who has two. Or if you are one yourself.
Whatever your position is, you'll probably find a part of this post to relate to.
Sometimes, they're a pain in the ass. They nag non stop, their creative minds can conjure some cool shit beyond the mean of all our cool shit combined.
When we feel like it's her voice that fills the void, when her loud monotonous tone seems to be everything we can think of, it's a dread to eat at the same table as her.
It's tough to bring up the courage to carry a meaningful conversation with her. To tell her about your challenges at work. To share with her your deepest worries and fears.
As it seems that she's gone into another level of reality long ago. And it's almost impossible to connect to her.
We always feel that she's out of touch. Grasping on to the little past that she has. She's no longer living in the present, she's not looking into the future neither. The past seems more reasonable. It's her glorious past. It's the period where she has lived it high.
The dreams she had, the hope she has, she's given up on them anyway. As there's nothing much to look forward to. Not much time left.
Day in day out, she hold on to her daily chores, cleaning the house, watering the plants, routining her life.
She complains and whines. That she made certain wrong moves in the past. How she regret doing certain things.
Life flies by.
The children grow up eventually. Busy with their work, with their own lives. She continues to be strong. To show that she can survive the storms alone, at the same time harbouring some hope that somebody would care. That somebody will give a flying shit.
She has reasons in everything she does. It seems she's stuck in an infinite loop of guilt and responsibility. She's got her own selfish reason in wanting to keeping her children close to her side.
Imagine this : what's the hope that parents have when they decide to have children? For most of them, it's definitely not a night of uncontrollable passion or an accident. Nor was it to have a baby to play with. It doesn't end there.
They certainly hope that their children grow up good. To contribute to the world in a good way. And some parents hope that they would take care of them when they grow old.
This unconditional love, which a lot of girls seek and boys refuse to acknowledge, is only found by default in a parents children relationship.
Most of them try to juggle their best resources, to bring the best to their children, sacrificing comfort, postponing enjoyment with no returns of investment in mind.
Think : if you were an investment, how much would they have invested in you before you earn your first dollar. How much care, love, money, time, did they use? How much shit did they go through.
They might be weird, and we're all ashamed of our parents at one point of time or another. They do weird shit that other parents seemingly don't do. Secretly you just hope that you had different parents.
But wait. Ever thought how they too couldn't choose you? They did not have any choice too. Yet they loved you all the same. Though you're ugly, short and fat, they're not ashamed of you.
Yes we'll never land the doctor job they want us to, and we're doing some computer shit that is way past her. Ma, we're trying to conquer the world. But she is not looking for someone to do that. All she ways is someone to show some care and concern.
They don't have much years here left, and chances are, they sacrificed their best years making sure you grow up right.
Remember, love is not barter trade. It's not because someone gives you x amount of love, hence you return it.
Parents are special because you wont be here without them.
While you're trying to satisfy the world, and boosting your own ego, try thinking for a second - what are you doing to make your parents happy?
Next time you see an old grandmother pushing some carts filled with junk, just pray that you won't become that, and that your parents too.
Remember - you'll grow old too one day.
What have you done for your parents today ?
Whatever your position is, you'll probably find a part of this post to relate to.
Sometimes, they're a pain in the ass. They nag non stop, their creative minds can conjure some cool shit beyond the mean of all our cool shit combined.
When we feel like it's her voice that fills the void, when her loud monotonous tone seems to be everything we can think of, it's a dread to eat at the same table as her.
It's tough to bring up the courage to carry a meaningful conversation with her. To tell her about your challenges at work. To share with her your deepest worries and fears.
As it seems that she's gone into another level of reality long ago. And it's almost impossible to connect to her.
We always feel that she's out of touch. Grasping on to the little past that she has. She's no longer living in the present, she's not looking into the future neither. The past seems more reasonable. It's her glorious past. It's the period where she has lived it high.
The dreams she had, the hope she has, she's given up on them anyway. As there's nothing much to look forward to. Not much time left.
Day in day out, she hold on to her daily chores, cleaning the house, watering the plants, routining her life.
She complains and whines. That she made certain wrong moves in the past. How she regret doing certain things.
Life flies by.
The children grow up eventually. Busy with their work, with their own lives. She continues to be strong. To show that she can survive the storms alone, at the same time harbouring some hope that somebody would care. That somebody will give a flying shit.
She has reasons in everything she does. It seems she's stuck in an infinite loop of guilt and responsibility. She's got her own selfish reason in wanting to keeping her children close to her side.
Imagine this : what's the hope that parents have when they decide to have children? For most of them, it's definitely not a night of uncontrollable passion or an accident. Nor was it to have a baby to play with. It doesn't end there.
They certainly hope that their children grow up good. To contribute to the world in a good way. And some parents hope that they would take care of them when they grow old.
This unconditional love, which a lot of girls seek and boys refuse to acknowledge, is only found by default in a parents children relationship.
Most of them try to juggle their best resources, to bring the best to their children, sacrificing comfort, postponing enjoyment with no returns of investment in mind.
Think : if you were an investment, how much would they have invested in you before you earn your first dollar. How much care, love, money, time, did they use? How much shit did they go through.
They might be weird, and we're all ashamed of our parents at one point of time or another. They do weird shit that other parents seemingly don't do. Secretly you just hope that you had different parents.
But wait. Ever thought how they too couldn't choose you? They did not have any choice too. Yet they loved you all the same. Though you're ugly, short and fat, they're not ashamed of you.
Yes we'll never land the doctor job they want us to, and we're doing some computer shit that is way past her. Ma, we're trying to conquer the world. But she is not looking for someone to do that. All she ways is someone to show some care and concern.
They don't have much years here left, and chances are, they sacrificed their best years making sure you grow up right.
Remember, love is not barter trade. It's not because someone gives you x amount of love, hence you return it.
Parents are special because you wont be here without them.
While you're trying to satisfy the world, and boosting your own ego, try thinking for a second - what are you doing to make your parents happy?
Next time you see an old grandmother pushing some carts filled with junk, just pray that you won't become that, and that your parents too.
Remember - you'll grow old too one day.
What have you done for your parents today ?
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