I was always a (pretty) good kid. I saw how my older sisters behavior hurt my parents, and I never wanted to hurt them like that. Looking back, I know my sisters never meant to hurt them, they were just being teenagers. Which sometimes (as in my sisters’ cases) means experimenting with drugs and alcohol, or just being stupid.
And forgetting to be civil to those who love us most.
Even as a “good” kid, I had trouble with this one. I was, after all, a hormonal teenage girl.
If you’re lucky enough to still have your mother or father, call them up (don’t text or email) and tell them you love them. Tell them you appreciate everything they have done for you. They, like you, are not perfect. They make mistakes, just like you. But they’re the only parents you will ever have.
To my own parents, who are now my angels, I love you more than ever. Thank you for being you. And for putting up with me.
Cathy McGreevy
So true. It took having kids of my own to understand the sacrifices my parents made, and to realize how my immature behavior as a teenager hurt them. I’ve tried to make it up to them ever since!
Suzanne Vince
I guess it’s a right of passage. We can only truly appreciate our parents when we become one ourselves.
BARBARA DUNN
YES, I DO LOVE MY OWN PARENTS ALOT–MY MEMORIES OF NOT CARING DURING THE TEEN YEARS IS A REMINDER THAT MY OWN FABULOUS FIVE TOO SUFFERED THE TEENAGE PAIN OF FINDING ONESELF. TODAY I SEE THE END PRODUCT AND FEEL GREAT PRIDE IN ALL OF THEM. THEY FOUND THEIR PATHS AND WALKED THEM WELL. AND NOW AS PARENTS , THEY TOO ARE IN THE REALM OF NEW DISCOVERY—LIFE IS A WONDERFUL CLASSROOM !!!
Suzanne Vince
Beautifully said, Barb!
Patricia
Thanks for sharing the video Suzanne. I hope it works out the way you want. Everything happens for a reason and I’m praying that your family is reunited.
Hang in there my friend.
Patricia Rickrode
w/a Jansen Schmidt
Pamela
Dear mommy and daddy, and ALL my sisters, I love you too. Thanks for the sweet post Suz!