The hardest thing to do can also be the most rewarding.
It’s difficult to keep a family together. It’s difficult to see eye to eye; to avoid arguments or disappointment. It’s worse when it’s even harder to make up; to be the bigger person and admit any wrongs done. It’s not a blame game. It’s no one’s fault. Sometimes we just want it to be.
I think parents are amazing. And they are incredibly blessed.
Children will love their mothers and fathers unconditionally. As we grow up, our independence frightens our parents as much as it makes them proud. We find new conflicts that take longer to mend, and find new ways to hurt each other where the hurt never was before. Parents love their children forever, no matter what. They cannot honestly deny what is made of their own flesh and blood. But as children – we cannot love our parents so unconditionally. We grow distant, sometimes, because we choose to. We are forever lured into the mystified freedom of being our own – yet forever tied to the belonging of a family.
That is why we continue having families. So we have a place to belong, so that children can learn and perhaps understand their own parents a bit better – so that when we lose that place of belonging, we are able to pick ourselves up and move on.
We are stronger than we give ourselves credit for. We are worth more than what another person sees as our value. We are braver when we admit our wrongs then when we always try to prove ourselves right. We are greater when we believe in our own abilities, and the abilities of others.
We are human, but we are so much more than a species, or a race, or a group, or individual.
We are human.
We are we.
I am I.
by: casschan - written on november 22, 2009 at 2:55am
It’s difficult to keep a family together. It’s difficult to see eye to eye; to avoid arguments or disappointment. It’s worse when it’s even harder to make up; to be the bigger person and admit any wrongs done. It’s not a blame game. It’s no one’s fault. Sometimes we just want it to be.
I think parents are amazing. And they are incredibly blessed.
Children will love their mothers and fathers unconditionally. As we grow up, our independence frightens our parents as much as it makes them proud. We find new conflicts that take longer to mend, and find new ways to hurt each other where the hurt never was before. Parents love their children forever, no matter what. They cannot honestly deny what is made of their own flesh and blood. But as children – we cannot love our parents so unconditionally. We grow distant, sometimes, because we choose to. We are forever lured into the mystified freedom of being our own – yet forever tied to the belonging of a family.
That is why we continue having families. So we have a place to belong, so that children can learn and perhaps understand their own parents a bit better – so that when we lose that place of belonging, we are able to pick ourselves up and move on.
We are stronger than we give ourselves credit for. We are worth more than what another person sees as our value. We are braver when we admit our wrongs then when we always try to prove ourselves right. We are greater when we believe in our own abilities, and the abilities of others.
We are human, but we are so much more than a species, or a race, or a group, or individual.
We are human.
We are we.
I am I.
by: casschan - written on november 22, 2009 at 2:55am