Happy Friday Eve Readers! This will probably be a brief blog today. I want this post to be more of a dedication post to the people who mean the most in our lives: our parents.
Last night I was feeling in funk and as I was talking to Tony about how I have been feeling, he shed a lot of tough love words my way and it kind of reminded me of how my Dad used to explain things to me about life.
Every time I was hurt or in pain, my Dad definitely coddled me because I’m his baby girl and only child so he always gave me that soft spot for my heart. But when it came to having to face real life situations, overcoming obstacles, and the need to pick myself back up, he expressed a lot of tough love especially in relation to how he grew up.
Both of my parents immigrated to the U.S. before I was born and they had make it on their own. For me, I was always reminded of how much easier I had it in comparison to my parents. Being born into a first world country, not having to escape war, free education, a working opportunity, access to healthcare, etc. I am grateful.
Now that I’m getting older, I appreciate all those talks even more. Nowadays, we sit around with our friends and we talk about how hard it has been become for us to buy homes, get jobs that we actually want, education is not free, etc.
But when you turn it around, we have to option to rent homes for the time being as opposed to not having a roof over our heads; at least we have jobs to pay our bills and live; education is an option for us and is readily available should we choose that route. These are life lessons I have learned from my parents.
Every year on my Dad’s birthday and Father’s Day, I always write a post on Instagram and I always mention how thankful I am for him and how he has given me the best gift of life lessons. Those mean so much to me.
And as Tony was talking to me last night and I shed tears; the initial thought I had was “I can’t believe I’m even crying – my Dad didn’t raise me to cry over facing challenges.” In some sense, it’s not even a challenge but rather “pick yourself up and drive yourself to where you want to fucking be.”
The tough love is what makes me strong.
I’m thankful for my Dad for those years of “life lessons” talk even when they were tough to hear. And what makes it even more nice is being with someone who did the same but did it in such way to help me better myself and carry on.
I ask you take a moment today and tell your parents how thankful you are for them in however you want to do it. I don’t think we do it enough. There are a lot of people in this world without parents and/or have bad relationships with their parents so be thankful that you have something as solid as that in your life.
I hope this was a good enough read for you to reflect and I promise it will make you feel good telling your parents how thankful you and I’m sure it will make them feel good as well (even though they may not show it).
Until the next post,
With love and support,