Mom, Dad, I Love You!

 "If you could pick somebody else to be your parents, who would it be and why?"

Interesting question.  Just a week ago I had this little misunderstanding with my dad which made me ask myself, "Why do I have this kind of parents?  Why can’t they be like other moms and dads who are way more understanding and patient?"

It hurts me a lot when my parents thought of us as a problem, when in fact we can’t even exist in this world if not for them in the first place.  That little misunderstanding made me realize on how I’ve been so patient to them and how I tend to understand them, when they should be the who should have that higher level of patience and understanding.  When we’re at home, we, the kids, will be the one to do the house chores, like even the cooking.  I envy those kids who’s parents cook for them and made them feel special.  I never felt care by my parents at all.  I thought that if I won’t contact them, they might not even thought of me.  At some point right there, I felt really bad.

But God never allowed me to hate my parents.  That weekend, the only money I’ve got was 600 pesos.  I ate at a fast food and I used my 500 peso bill to pay for 104 peso worth of food, forgetting to claim my change.  And it was only on the next day, that I found out that I’ve only got 100 pesos in purse.  And how am I suppose to live with that amount of money for a week before our next payroll???

My friends whom I used to borrow money if my salary falls short was also in a crisis that time.  So I was left with no choice but to contact my parents and told them what had happened.  At first I was really hesitant to ask help from them.  Even my brother told me, that if I can’t contact my parents, then he’ll be the one to tell them.  But in the end, I texted my mom and told her that money left won’t make it for a week.  At first I just them what happened, and did not ask any amount.  But since I’ve really got no choice, I gave up on being stubborn and ask my mom for help.

God reminded me that no matter what happens, they will always be my parents and that even though I thought that they don’t care, they really do.  And if I’m asked if I could pick somebody else to be my parents, who would they be and why?  My answer will be like this… God made me my parents’ daughter for a reason.  Yes, my parents aren’t perfect, nor other parents are.  But as a child, we should also learn to understand them even if there’s no point at all.  I love my parents so much that it would probably hurt them if they’ll know that I wanted to pick somebody else to be in their position, if given the chance.  I love them as they are.  I love them because God chose them to be my parents.  I love them for their imperfections and I love them for just being there.