So, the other day I was seated in a room(Ok, my bedroom) and I started thinking. I’d been annoyed for a second because my mother forgot to do what i’d asked of her earlier in the day,,, so I decided that a childish tantrum would give her a hint about my annoyance.
After a couple of minutes of brooding my mind went to those kids that grow up sans parents or whose parents are basically never around for long enough to bond with them and I realised that I have it so damn good.
I can ask my dad or mom to give me an obscene amount of money for a “party” and lo and behold, they’ll provide it but not before many rules and regulations and ultimatums:
-you have to call us when you get there,
-tell us who it is exactly that you will be with the entire night,
-These friends, do we know them?
-so and so isn’t coming this time? Why?
-Should I tell your brother to drop and pick you up?
-If you’re going by taxi/cab, lemme call for you the guy we normally use.
-Make sure you keep aside some emergency money, I don’t want you stranded out in the night.
-Where is it exactly you’re going? Skyluxx/Any Other Mentioned Location. Really? Is it a club? Not Really It’s a lounge of sorts. So it’s a club? YES. Ok, I don’t want you to go there but since you’re a big enough group of friends….but next time, just know that you don’t always have to go for these things.
and the questions go on and on and on and on.
I have the option to tell them I love them every morning and when evening comes, they’ll ask me about my day regardless of whether they know i was actually just sitting around the house watching series after series.
I garner the appreciation from them even when the stuff I do is nowhere near perfect.
Case example: I once baked cake with very little sugar and sans baking powder….Nope,,it wasn’t a brownie,,,it was almost pancake flat and tasted nothing like any cake should,,,and they ate it till it was finished(the entire family did actually)
(and now i feel like eating chocolate chip cookies,,,sigh. )
They understand me even when I seem not to understand myself. My mom knows when I need some space even before I become a PMS poster-child.
They’ll always be around when noone else is.
I hate it when they’re sick and there’s nothing I can do about it. When we were kids, they took care of us and we always knew that they’d come to the rescue if we’re hurt or sick or just not feeling it. But now, it’s a feeling of selflessness that overcomes anyone, when they see their parents struggling yet, they’ve done all that they could to help but nothing seems to make the situation better.
Can I be your supergirl? please?
I don’t think this will get anyone to go tell their parent(s) how much they love them but I got my point across. It’s the little things that count.
Make them a cup of tea, buy them gifts, be good to them.
Tomorrow’s never promised, ayy?
Treat Your Parents with love and care, you’ll only realize their value when you see their empty chair.
love, peace…there’s never not a need for peace, chicken cheese burgers(idk why i just don’t like beef.), O.J., #PositiveVibes
.theafricangirl.
*Mapenzi.Love* 🙂
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