Treasuring Parents
"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them."
-- Desmond Tutu
Every time I talk to my parents, I always feel that they're always yelling at me and they don't care about me anymore. I see that they treat my brother better than me, and I'm NOT jealous, I'm just wondering why they have to yell at me and blame stuff at me when I don't really do anything bad or it isn't even my fault. I've thought about it, would it be my behavior that is making them yell at me? Or is it my grades at school that gets them ticked off?
A month or two ago, I was re-watching a Chinese drama show, called 'The Academy'. I have watched this series three years ago, but it was a good drama, I was extremely bored so I decided to watch it, but this time when I watched it, I had more knowledge of it because I'm older. The drama was about polices, and there was this scene that a police officer name Lay-Pak-Q, was at this serious shooting scene. And his cadet trainer was also there, called 'Lay Sir'. Lay Sir was actually Lay Pak-Q's father, but Lay Pak-Q never knew that, until Lay Sir died in that scene. Pak-Q actually treated him bad because he didn't know who he was, but after he found out that Lay Sir was his dad, he regretted what he did to him and what he said to him. It took him a long time to accept this fact.
I was really 'touched' by this scene; I asked myself, "What if my parents die? What would I do? How will I be able to support myself so I don't die?" I would be really scared if it does actually happen, and I reflected to myself each night before my sleep, how I treated them before. I thought over day and night about this question. I knew that I treated them fairly bad. My attitude was probably not good enough for their requirement, so I've decided to change myself to try to be a better son.
After changing my attitude towards my parents, I think they've treated me better than before. I think it was really my attitude that made them mad at me. I want them to have the best last part of their lives, and once they really do leave me, I would be sad, but I wouldn't regret how I've treated them now. But no matter how much I hate them, they are always my parents and I should be proud of that. My parents also didn't choose me either, maybe God did, but it's God's gift to give me the parents I have now and I should treasure it before it's too late.
"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them."
-- Desmond Tutu
Every time I talk to my parents, I always feel that they're always yelling at me and they don't care about me anymore. I see that they treat my brother better than me, and I'm NOT jealous, I'm just wondering why they have to yell at me and blame stuff at me when I don't really do anything bad or it isn't even my fault. I've thought about it, would it be my behavior that is making them yell at me? Or is it my grades at school that gets them ticked off?
A month or two ago, I was re-watching a Chinese drama show, called 'The Academy'. I have watched this series three years ago, but it was a good drama, I was extremely bored so I decided to watch it, but this time when I watched it, I had more knowledge of it because I'm older. The drama was about polices, and there was this scene that a police officer name Lay-Pak-Q, was at this serious shooting scene. And his cadet trainer was also there, called 'Lay Sir'. Lay Sir was actually Lay Pak-Q's father, but Lay Pak-Q never knew that, until Lay Sir died in that scene. Pak-Q actually treated him bad because he didn't know who he was, but after he found out that Lay Sir was his dad, he regretted what he did to him and what he said to him. It took him a long time to accept this fact.
I was really 'touched' by this scene; I asked myself, "What if my parents die? What would I do? How will I be able to support myself so I don't die?" I would be really scared if it does actually happen, and I reflected to myself each night before my sleep, how I treated them before. I thought over day and night about this question. I knew that I treated them fairly bad. My attitude was probably not good enough for their requirement, so I've decided to change myself to try to be a better son.
After changing my attitude towards my parents, I think they've treated me better than before. I think it was really my attitude that made them mad at me. I want them to have the best last part of their lives, and once they really do leave me, I would be sad, but I wouldn't regret how I've treated them now. But no matter how much I hate them, they are always my parents and I should be proud of that. My parents also didn't choose me either, maybe God did, but it's God's gift to give me the parents I have now and I should treasure it before it's too late.