Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Ever stop and think?
I thought a lot today. A lot on the past(not studying but well....). There are these cluees, hints or certain fragments of images that links you to the memories of the past. For one, I saw this small boy bringing his granny to starbucks. She bought him a pastry that costs $7.20. And then I started to chide the boy mentally. To think he would ask for something so expensive from a granny that has no income and may not even have enough of money left for her ownself. And of course, the granny relented and bought the pastry and let him finished it. I was reminded of my own grandparents. To tell the truth shamelessly, I have to admit that my filial piety for elderly and parents have not met its match. Not that I'm boasting but people who know me WELL will understand. Otherwise, just ignore that previous sentence. I have never ever disobeyed my parents, grandparents or shown disrespect to any other elderly(without reason).
When my mum ask me to do housework, I never question. I may be lazy, I may decline, I may argue why, but that's all in the past. I know her difficulties, her schedule, her efforts all these years. And that's why, I help her. I know she showed concern, I know she cared, I know she loved. Yet I am guilty, of questioning the amount, the depth, the motive. I seriously regret it. Sometimes when I truly think about it, parents do love their children. Love that is not the one between boys and girls, love that is not the one between toys and dolls, love that is not the one between pets and earth, is always hard to show.
Remember the times your mum rubbed your tummy when you had a stomachache?
Or the time your dad brought you to watch the first movie and it was the one you never stop talking about?
Or the time your mum try to put you before herself in everything?
Or the time your dad scolded you just because you demanded for one more amusement ride?
And the times you cried just because you didn't get what you wanted and never think about how much they have to sarcrifice?
I did lots and lots of silly things in the past. I cried and blamed my mum when she never woke me up to watch pokemon. I cried and blame my dad when my brother and I had a fight. I cried and blame my parents when they expected more from me.
Ok, this is kinda random and it all started just from the image of this granny and her grandson. To think I could write so much. Hopefully blogger won't screw up and lose this post so in the future, I will be reminded of the these memories. But even without blogger, they are memories.
Maybe your parents showed their love in so many ways, it wasn't really obvious to you. A pet on the head when you were asleep, a tear in the eye when you left for preschool or even the thought and concern for you whenever you are not around them.
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