Our parents give us life. Whether biological or of some other kind, the people we consider our parents are usually the ones who shaped our worldview, who were responsible for the imprinting we got as kids. So they hold a special place. A unique place. A powerful place.
As we grow up, we get confused about just exactly what place they hold, what role they should fill in our lives. Teenagers often find themselves at odds with their parents—should they be our friends? Should we still respect their advice? Are we obligated to do what they want?
So we get to a point where sometimes we feel like we can’t tell our parents everything. Some of us retreat even further and tell them nothing. Most of us have secrets we would never tell our parents. And almost all of us have things we wish we could say, but for some reason we can’t muster the courage: “I don’t want to be a doctor.” “I’m gay.” “I love you.”
What is it for you? If could you say anything to them, whether a confession or a thank you, what would it be?
Stop holding my hand. Give me space. Stop suffocating me. Let me be me.
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Dad, quit fucking up and think of your family.
Mom, be strong. You deserve better.
Fri 30, 2007 10:52