Countless Sacrifices of Parents

Hello everyone! This week has been a little emotional and filled with memories as we learned about cultures, diversities, social class, and more. We were reading a few experiences of families who sacrificed immensely to provide a better life to their kids. I have been born and brought up by loving parents and I would like to share my thoughts about it.

 

“Parents is the easiest thing in the world to have an opinion about,

But the hardest thing in the world to do.”

-       Matt Wish

I am the firstborn to my parents and not bragging but I’ve seen my parents joyful with just my smile and devasted with just a tear in my eyes. They both have made enough and beyond sacrifices to make my life happier. I remember both my parents use to work when I was a toddler and they had to leave me home alone to go work so that they could provide for me. I have been blessed to have parents who made sure I was getting good nutrition, exercise, fun, love, and more love. They made sure I had the best when they did not even think about their basic amenities. My father had a little garden behind our house, and I remember he would teach me gardening and he would grow vegetables there and the best ones he would always refer to my mother that it is for her (me). I never understood that love until I had my own child and wanted to give him the best. I have witnessed my parents working night and day so that they could send us to school.

 

I read it somewhere that, ‘There’s a reason why when you are sick, you automatically think of your parents.’ I couldn’t agree less! Parents make sure our well-being is their priority. I have seen when I would get sick how everything was about me and what can make me feel better. Now that I’ve grown up whenever I get sick, I try that my parents don’t get to know about it as it would make them next level worried. Especially when we live far from each other. I remember once after my marriage I fell sick, and it was a little more than flu. My mom made sure she prepared the meal I loved eating when I was sick even as a child, my father the moment he got to know walked (4 miles) to my house at night just to see if I was doing okay and walked back. I don’t know if anyone loves me the way my parents do. Especially my father, and I am beyond grateful for the love of my parents and their blessing in my life.

 

When I was a teenager, I didn’t realize all the sacrifices they made to make my life better. I always thought and in fact when I was upset would say that all that you guys do for me and my sister is your responsibility, not realizing that they were sacrificing all their dreams and desires to keep us happy, safe, and prepare us to face the world. I would never, no never ever want to trade my parents or the life I had for anything else. My father on his death bed asked me if I was happy. It meant more than saying he loves me because it clearly told me ‘I love you and it matters to me if you are happy.’  I don’t know of anyone who is in so much pain who would be worried that I was happy. My mother, even now asks me every now and then if I was okay and happy. I don’t know of anyone who cares about me as much as them. That is what parents are and I am fortunate to have parents who loved their children unconditionally.

 

My thoughts when I think of my earthly parents go to my Heavenly parents who love me and know me for who I am, I can’t even comprehend the love. This makes me want to live a better life, make better choices and go back to live with them and make them proud.  It is their love that keeps me going on low days. It is them that have taught me that love is the answer for all and everything.

 

I am eternally grateful for the sacrifices my parents have made. I know how they didn’t have to do that, but they did it out of love for us. They made the choice to love us more. Teaching us to love.

 

Daughter