Parents. Yup I know I am not entitled to speak on their behalf. But I am quite certain, that some parents wish that their children are not growing up too fast.
Here is just my 2 pennies worth, about what might they keep silently within their deepest loving hearts. Hearts of the parents.
Here is just my 2 pennies worth, about what might they keep silently within their deepest loving hearts. Hearts of the parents.
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When we were little, we hug them, we kiss them, we hold their hands.
When we were little, they comb our hair, put our clothes on, kiss us good night at bedtime.
Now that we called ourselves as grown ups. We tell them that we know how to manage our own lives. We tell them that they do not have to worry about us anymore. Impossibly possible, they won't stop worrying because it is not pure worry that they are having. But trust me, it is some sort of parents-towards-children jealousy.
Jealous that we are not always by their side and sight anymore. Jealous that we are no longer spending more time with them compared to with our friends. Jealous that we could talk for so many hours with our friends but conversely would only call them maybe just once in a month.
When we were little, they comb our hair, put our clothes on, kiss us good night at bedtime.
Now that we called ourselves as grown ups. We tell them that we know how to manage our own lives. We tell them that they do not have to worry about us anymore. Impossibly possible, they won't stop worrying because it is not pure worry that they are having. But trust me, it is some sort of parents-towards-children jealousy.
Jealous that we are not always by their side and sight anymore. Jealous that we are no longer spending more time with them compared to with our friends. Jealous that we could talk for so many hours with our friends but conversely would only call them maybe just once in a month.
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The journey of years seem quite fast. Indeed too fast for them to catch up with us.
When we went to primary school, they would be waiting for us to come home safely from school. And they were so keen to ask and listen to whatever we rumbled - even about stupid stuffs we had learned in classroom - like making a snake with stupid sticky plasticine!
Then came moments from secondary school. We spent more time with friends, yet they knew we need some freedom to experience the true world. Worried of whatever could hurt us while we were not in front of their eyes, they just had to let us go. With trust that they hope we could value.
College and university. We went far. Sometimes too far across the seas. We only called when we think necessary. Other time, we said we were too busy with classes and assignments. Yes, true. But how about the countless time we spent with friends, girlfriend(s), boyfriend(s) or even strangers? We could chat for hours with friends, but not a single minute everyday to call our parents to at least ask what did they have for dinner?
How about after our marriage later? So certain that we will have our own family, our own career, and our own all-those-that-our-parents-have-too. We will be a living on our own. Managing our own financial matters. Managing our own personal privacy and responsibilities.
Far. Far. And too far.
And then, there will be moments that we have our own children! Hooray! Don't be to excited buddy.. This will be the time that we discover how our parents felt along those years of us growing up. And the cycle continues... :)
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Those are the origin of our parents' jealousy. Believe me or not, you should go ask you parents. Politely, I mean! Have they ever got that sort of jealousy towards any of their children? Not even a slightest? Ask them again and again until they admit the hard truth...
Then only you can trust me that our parents, sometimes, do wish that we are not growing up too fast. How they wish that we are always the small kids - who they can always hug, kiss, comb the hair, put the clothes on, and read bedtime stories to.
How they wish that we are not growing up too fast.
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Oh Allah, I am very grateful that you give me the most caring parents that I could wish for. I will never ask for more. Their unconditional love, their patience, their guidance and their lives, are all dedicated to their children. Through ups and downs, they are always there.
Even words cannot describe it best, my love for them is nevertheless endless. Even such three words I rarely say, but You know deeply, how much I love them.
For that I beg you Allah, please shower my parents with your blessings, in all aspects, in here and in the hereafter. Amin.
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