Gratitude

I feel that I have taken for granted the love my parents have for me. That I may not have shown enough gratitude and appreciation for their years of care and love and just simply, their very existence.

As I get wiser with age and spend more time at home with Mum, I begin to appreciate (in a more-than-huge way) the littlest things Mum did and is willing to do for me. Dad too. I begin to realise the heartache and headache I sometimes put them through. And I begin to realise just how much they love us and worry about us.

It cannot be more true that a parent's love for his/her child is pure and unconditional. It is selfless. Could a friend's or a lover's love for you ever match that? I have yet to come across one. Could a child's love ever match that? I am skeptical too. For all we (as children) know, is to take and complain and focus very selfishly on how we feel or what we want. I know I have been guilty of that at times.

Thinking of those years of youth and freedom Mum and Dad have given us, it is really not a task to be belittled. I am 30 this year and when I think about it, 30 years is a very long time. And what about those times you have screamed at Mum or Dad and said the nastiest of things but yet have them still by your side? How could they be so tolerant and forgiving? It is just amazing. Admirable, really.

I was thinking, if parents could be so forgiving and love us all the same no matter what we've done or said, why couldn't we do the same? Maybe we oughta learn to be kinder to them.

I wish to one day, before I become a parent myself, learn to be as tolerant and forgiving as my parents are and shower them with the same unconditional love that they have showered me all these years.

And today, I am a very proud and thankful daughter of my fabulous Mum and Dad.