Generations unfold, father to son, mother to daughter. Where one leaves off, the other follows, destined to repeat each other mistakes, each others triumphs. But, how do we see the world if not through their lens? The same fears, the same desires. Do we see them as an example to follow or as a warning of what to avoid? Choosing to live as they have simply because it is all what we know or driven to create our own identity?And what happens if we find them to be a disappointment? Can we replace them? Our beloved mothers and fathers. Will destiny drive us to find our way back? Back to familiar comforts of home?
I sat there, for how long it doesn’t seem to matter. There I was, staring at the blank pages before me. An old laptop where I usually find to be more than a companion. Wondering how to speak these unspoken words, how to express these unwritten thoughts? But most importantly where to start this deep memory that stretches far beyond than the eyes can meet. As I rubbed my eyes to shake the drowsiness away, the eyes peeked through the dirty window, only to see dark gloomy clouds gathering high above the sky. Drops of rain tapped right across the dirty window. Showering those little plants in the courtyard in the process. There I saw, those little kittens playing before quickly rushed to their mother in their haste to avoid those harmless raindrops. They seek comfort and safety in rainy, troubled days in their parent. That was it! I was seeking somewhere far away, but it was right there all along. Right in front of my eyes.
Parents are such an important force in our lives. Whether they are near or far, whether you hate or love them, you are who you are today because of them. As I look through the old pictures stored in a box filled with memories, a sort of longing unearthed. Some may see it as sentimental values but the way I see it, it is a treasure to hold for. A picture of the loved ones. How I wish to be there with them now. Laughing and talking through difficult times. A picture speaks a thousand words. Why is it that as we grow up, it is more and more difficult for a family gathering like the times when we were younger? Has time changed or have we changed?
I still remember, the day we started school in England. My sister, little brother and I can barely speak English then. All we knew were “Yes, No and Yes”. Well, I and my brother learnt something a bit more complex. And he used it to great effect. The first day of school, (he was in Reception which is a preschool class for 5 years old) he made my father wait for him outside class for the whole day! He regularly checked on my father by asking the teacher, “Can I go to the toilet, please?” which he memorized the night before. He would go every five minutes until the teacher got suspicious, and promptly asked my father to return home. And of course when my little brother found out, he cried and keeps crying until he can see my father. My father didn’t leave but waited in a different place. So, what made him wait that day? Of course he had some other important things to do, but the love for his child was more important to him then.
No matter what we do, can we match the efforts put in by our parents in raising us up? Do you still remember when our napkins were wet and we started to cry? No words could be said but just high-pitched crying to tell them that the napkins needed changing. How did they know? Do you still remember when there wasn’t enough food in the house for second helpings? We said that we were still hungry and our parents just give their portion to us without second thoughts? Weren’t they hungry too then? Do you still remember when we wanted to buy new clothes and new books and they couldn’t afford to buy all those things? But, in the end, they still bought those stuffs for us. How did they do it?
Times flies past, and another just came without us realizing it. As the whizzing cycle of life continues to spin, rarely do we stop to reflect on the sacrifices made in creating for what we have become today. As we grow more matured, they are caught up with age. An age in need for us to repay them back. Why is it so hard for us to care for them like they did for us? As the papers today have proven time and time again, 5 children aren’t capable of taking care of even just one parent! But how did they manage to take care of all those children then? Are they superhumans that can do all the jobs all in one where we are just hapless being?
For what its worth, cherish them, and tell them, I LOVE AND CARE FOR YOU! May our loved ones feel the love that is inside us. Do whatever you may to please them. If they like flowers, surprise them with plant pot, or if they like reading books, offer them with a book from their favourite author. Or just spend time listening and talking to them. They don’t ask us for much. Showing love to them is what they seek.
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p/p/s: Hapy Mother and Fathers day everyday 🙂