The rich has money, so nothing to worry, the poor has any, so
less to merry, but it is the one between goes through the chaos. Brought up in a middle working class family,
dad works hard, mom works at home taking care of us and the home and our duty
is to obey our parents and adhere to social demands.
I’m glad that though we were brought up with many hardships,
we are now able to understand the value of things, and respect our parents what
they have done for us to be who we are today. But it really sadness and it is
sure a matter of concern about how kids are raised today. I see modern day parents
and the methods of parenting are going too extreme. Their love for their kids
is weakening them and they have no power to place important control mechanisms. Today’s kids
start to rebel at the age of 5. Blame the parents for letting things fall free.
Maybe because that they want to give their kids the best, but they fail to
understand that if they make it all too convenient for their kids, the kids
will never be able to understand or realize that life is not a rainbow to go on
ice skating.
I write this because of particular event that happened
recently in my apartment building. I was just getting back from meeting and it was a
hard day at work and I forgot my keys to my apartment. I rang the bell and was waiting
for someone to open the door. The time I
was waiting, I could hear the neighbor’s 15 yr old girl yelling at her mother,
it was like as if something has possessed her or I felt the devil was talking
as I have never such words that can come out of a child’s mouth.
“you fucking bitch, you have fucking no right to ask me
what I’m up to or what I’m doing’, you fucking asshole, stay out of my
business, whore! You don’t know what I’m capable of; I will pour gasoline and
burn you to death while you are sleeping bitch! Just don’t put your nose into
my business you piece of shit, I will cut you into two”
I was banging on my apartment door hoping to have someone open the
door sooner and let me in. I just want to shut myself behind, cuz it really frighted me, i fear that tomorrow these kids will grow up and they
will kill us while we are sleeping. It won’t be zombies, it will be these
kids turning against us for doing the right thing, or doing the wrong thing as they
presume it.
At that time I just put myself in her mother’s shoes and
felt, that the day I held her in my arms as a baby, kissed her on her forehead
and prayed to god that to protect her from evil, raise her like a princess, to
be gentle, kind, and forever loving me. I will raise her with all my love and I will
do my part to protect her and offer the best of life. But what has become of that mother’s prayer is
so not right at all.
I thought of how we
were raised, if we even try to say something back, or even think of rebelling against
our parents, the next moment our parents will not hesitate of throwing us out
on the street and lock the door. It
scared us that without their love, support we are nothing and nobody else will
care or love like those two individuals.
This respect and commitment from one human to another taught
us, or at least me that what is more important and how must you value things in
life.
To all the parents out there, in the name of love, don’t
destroy your kids. They are influenced from the society and the things that
they see. They are taking only the bad things and closing their eyes on the
good things. I’m not trying say that to raise your children like the Amish
family, but while offering anything as a parent ensure you make your child
understand the value, relate things more to life. When your child throws food
at your face, don’t feed them for a day so that they realize the life of a
hungry poor child out there who prays that someone throws a piece of bread at
them. Sometimes tough love and necessary
toughness is required to bring things back to right alignment.
Consider this if only you care about bringing your child as
a good human being.
