"At 3 years ''Mom, Dad, I love you." At 10 years ''Whatever, mom ,dad." At 16 years
" the two of you are so annoying." At 18 years "I'm leaving this house." At 25
years ''mom,dad, you were right''. At 30 years ''I want to go to parents'
house." At 50 years ''I don't want to lose them." At 70 years "I would
give up everything to have my parents here with me.
I happen to read and post this quote in one of my statuses in facebook. It reminds me of the younger person that I was 16 years ago and the longing that I feel after almost 15 years of living away from them. Now, as a mother of two children, I realized that as soon as my boys would know the bees and the birds, get a degree of their own and build a place for themselves in the world, it would be a cycle that I have been through - the time when it felt so liberating to make a niche of myself under the sun.
Since high school, there was only one thing I'd like to achieve - to live away from my family as soon as I've got the means to do it. When I got the chance to do it, I immediately grabbed the opportunity and went to live in another city during my college years.
Of course, it was nice to live away from my parents. Nice, in the sense that, no one would open my window during the sleepy hours just to wake me up and let me prepare breakfast for everyone. No one would remind me how fat I am and the need to lose weight.I won't be obliged to go to the market from time to time and do redundant household chores.No one would tell me I should be home before dark - or morning - sets in and no one would grab my headphones blasting with alternative and grunge music. No one would be asking my whereabouts and no one had to wait for me to come home at any hour - the perks of being alone and free!
Yet, it had a price. I have to make sure that my allowance would last till the next month or I'll end up hungry. I'll have to wash my clothes, make sure it's folded - pressed - at least once. I need to clean my room or I'll end up like a hermit.And most of all, I need to manage my time before time gets me on my nerves. When I get sick or get a hangover, it's the me, myself and I drama - nobody would check my temperature or cook porridge when my belly aches. Worse, I don't have a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear when I want to break apart from the craziness that I have been.
Yet, I came into a point where I want to be with my family again. The more I take trips home, the more I seek options to be near them. I missed my parents more since everytime I come home, I could no longer hear them reminding me of being fat or whatever. Everytime I get back to my own place, I appreciate them and have always admired how they have taught me to be independent by allowing me, their daughter, to live away from them and discover how it is to be by yourself.
It came to a time that I had the chance to live with them again. But then, the call of having my own family came and in a matter of months, I have to live far from them. But this time, I'm not alone. I already have my husband and children.
Though we may be far away, our bond has made me long to be chained again with them.When I became a mom, I understood the times when they would always invite me to come home for a few hours. It was that feeling of importance that I gave them which made them happy and loved.
Maybe, someday, me and my husband would eventually decide to live near them so we may take care of them till life's sunset.
About Meryl Ann
Causes Meryl Ann Doromal Supports
I support non-violence to women and children, gender sensitivity, breastfeeding, sustainable agriculture, community development and disaster risk reduction...