I have not read your previous threads so I am not sure about your background.
I know at your age I didn't quite realize how fantastic my parents were and how lucky I was either. I lived quite a pampered privileged life and my father made sure none of his kids wanted for anything. He had grown up in the country with an outhouse. His family were good hard working people but poor and uneducated. They wanted something better for their children and pushed my father to be the success he is today. He worked from the age of 7 on the little farm he grew up on. He worked crappy jobs to pay his way through college.
My childhood was the polar opposite of his. Everyone I knew personally was like me. I went to expensive schools and a prestigious University. I had an apartment in Manhattan that they paid for when I was in school.
But they had the smarts to always make us work from the age of 16. My parents wanted us to understand a good work ethic and to be exposed to people other than those in our income bracket. I of course complained. All of my friends were off doing fun things while I had to work a part time job. I thought it was so unfair since they had plenty of money.
I didn't really get it until I was 22 and my mother had a nervous breakdown. I thought I had lost her forever. My father loves my mother to pieces and she is the love of his life. He was a broken man during that time. I stepped up to the plate and put off grad school to care for my mother and father. They needed me and nothing else mattered. I cared for my mother while my father went to the office. I ran their household for months and I learned about being responsible. I could have been a brat and told them to hire someone to do it but they had instilled that work ethic in me and it never crossed my mind not do it. My older siblings had families and careers and my younger brother was scared and too young to do anything. I had never seen my father cry before and when he cried it was like gut wrenching sobs that broke my heart. He had always been the unbreakable rock and it scared me to see him so lost. I think back to that time it was a pivotal time in my growth but it was also sad and difficult.
My mother did get better eventually and is now doing well in her own career. She has never been ill again thankfully. However I grew up and never took them for granted again.
I think what people are responding to is that they know with time and maturity you experience how fragile life is. You know that bad things happen to good people. You learn that life is not fair. You learn that though somethings aren't perfect you are lucky to have them. You learn that you can never recapture a moment or tell someone you love them after it is too late. You have taken body blows and tasted bitter disappointment. Your heart has been broken sometimes more than once. The world looks and feels different when you get older. We can look at your life(what we know of it)from experience and try to help you. Maybe it is a little hard to hear but it does need to be said. Your words about your parents were unkind and immature.
Not many people have parents who go the extra mile like yours do and mine do. But you should thank God everyday for them. I know I do.
I know at your age I didn't quite realize how fantastic my parents were and how lucky I was either. I lived quite a pampered privileged life and my father made sure none of his kids wanted for anything. He had grown up in the country with an outhouse. His family were good hard working people but poor and uneducated. They wanted something better for their children and pushed my father to be the success he is today. He worked from the age of 7 on the little farm he grew up on. He worked crappy jobs to pay his way through college.
My childhood was the polar opposite of his. Everyone I knew personally was like me. I went to expensive schools and a prestigious University. I had an apartment in Manhattan that they paid for when I was in school.
But they had the smarts to always make us work from the age of 16. My parents wanted us to understand a good work ethic and to be exposed to people other than those in our income bracket. I of course complained. All of my friends were off doing fun things while I had to work a part time job. I thought it was so unfair since they had plenty of money.
I didn't really get it until I was 22 and my mother had a nervous breakdown. I thought I had lost her forever. My father loves my mother to pieces and she is the love of his life. He was a broken man during that time. I stepped up to the plate and put off grad school to care for my mother and father. They needed me and nothing else mattered. I cared for my mother while my father went to the office. I ran their household for months and I learned about being responsible. I could have been a brat and told them to hire someone to do it but they had instilled that work ethic in me and it never crossed my mind not do it. My older siblings had families and careers and my younger brother was scared and too young to do anything. I had never seen my father cry before and when he cried it was like gut wrenching sobs that broke my heart. He had always been the unbreakable rock and it scared me to see him so lost. I think back to that time it was a pivotal time in my growth but it was also sad and difficult.
My mother did get better eventually and is now doing well in her own career. She has never been ill again thankfully. However I grew up and never took them for granted again.
I think what people are responding to is that they know with time and maturity you experience how fragile life is. You know that bad things happen to good people. You learn that life is not fair. You learn that though somethings aren't perfect you are lucky to have them. You learn that you can never recapture a moment or tell someone you love them after it is too late. You have taken body blows and tasted bitter disappointment. Your heart has been broken sometimes more than once. The world looks and feels different when you get older. We can look at your life(what we know of it)from experience and try to help you. Maybe it is a little hard to hear but it does need to be said. Your words about your parents were unkind and immature.
Not many people have parents who go the extra mile like yours do and mine do. But you should thank God everyday for them. I know I do.
