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Valuing our Parents

Lest I tend to forget, I remembered the sleepless nights my parents my parents spent when I was ill.

There was no boundary wall between us then. I was intruding on their sleeping time but they didn’t seem to mind.

I remembered that that my way in life was always made easy, every hurdle, every obstacle and every problem
disappeared when my parents were around.

I don’t think I sheduled my arrival in their lives yet they cherished every single minute of bringing me up even though
times were difficult.
No, they didn’t ask me how long I was going to stay – there was never a departure date set for me.
No, they were never tired of my endless chattering and question – my voice was always heard.

I don’t think I asked permission when I ran to them during a storm – they comforted me without me asking. They
never asked me to give them space or that they needed “couple time”.
I never asked them to take mo to the doctor – they always made a plan and usually dragged me to one.

My parents spent hard earned money on me and they smiled as they handed me gifts, laughed as I found joy and
food.

Maybe if I looked closely, I would have seen my father’s sleepless eyes, his hard worn face and his tired smile.
Maybe if I looked closely, I would have seen my mother’s roughened palms, blistered fingers and exhausted eyes.

It is funny how growing up then, I never saw their love as destructive and manipulative and their money as a means of
control. I grew up knowing their love is limitless, has no boundaries and there’s no hurdle they they won’t overcome for
me.

So how was it possible that they changed when I got married?

Then I realized it was me who changed. I forgot their sacrifices. I saw them as a burden and ignored them when I was
able to. I allowed my spouse and children to disrespect them (in my presence at times) forgetting the parent who always
shielded me as a child.

I searched for a convenient way of getting rid of them, so I put them in nursing home. I focused on buildling a family
away from them and not with them.

I realized it is impossible to compensate them for their lost nights and hardships, for their sweat and their tears, for
their aches and their pains.

I realized . . . . . .
I realized that one day I will grow old.

One day, I might be that parent whose childer bicker over whose turn it is take care of them.

One day, I might be that mother whose daughter-in-law backchats and disrespects her.

One day, I might be that father whose son refuses to drive him someplace.

One day. I might be that mother whose son reject her becauseof his wife.

One day, I might be that grandparent whose grandchildren have no respect for.

One day, I might be that old person, alone, abandoned in a room full of stangers.

Whether they are in laws your own, treat parents with respect and dignity, love them unconditionally, set no boundaries
when they are in need and have no limits when its comes to their visits. Keep in mind, one day who you might be.

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