I am talking about our parents. Yes, I am guilty, definitely of talking in a brash manner – especially when I am trying to put the point across. Yes, you may say that I could engage in a quiet discussion, but hey, I would be a hippocrite wouldn’t I? And usually, after that, I would engage in a continuous action of apologising for my behaviour, and everytime she says she understand.
I am changing definitely, day–by–day, I am learning to understand for who she is, why she does the things in a particular way, and sometimes, I am ashamed to admit, that I am like her. I can never do the things that she do – she cooked everyday without fail for ME. She is there whenever I needed (well, almost) and she listens to my complains, stories (never–ending) and idiosyncracies (even my BFF can’t take it) but hey she’s there.
I am, I believe, very very much fortunate and BLESSED to have both parents at home. If you don’t, and I always tell this to whoever that loves them as much as they love me, to call them, at least once a day, now with mobile phones, just dial the gooddamm number – how much energy do you need?
So, my practice is I don’t wait for a celebration, I say thanks for everyday she’s there – do you?