Anonymous wrote:I don't like the type of people my parents are. I realized I could not live with them as soon as I was old enough to make it on my own. I have a half-way decent relationship with my mother. I barely talk to my father; he's the one with serious issues.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I had the opposite trajectory.
Growing up - I hated my parents. I grew up in a wealthy white area and watched all my friends get handed everything. Meanwhile, my parents, while they had the means, thought it was more important to make me work for things and show me that nothing in life is free.
As a kid, obviously I hated this. And it caused us to fight a lot. Obviously there were many other issues - but needless to say, our relationship as horrible and I was a horrible son.
As I go through life - especially the harder parts of life - I really grew to appreciate my parents lessons. My ability to find solutions, to work hard, to not give up, to constantly strive to be a better person... All these things are things I learned from my parents. It took me a long time to really understand it and once I did, I was so grateful for my parents.
We were really developing a much better relationship and things were going very well... Unfortunately, my father just passed away of cancer a few weeks ago. It was devastating to me to realize how much time I had wasted with him - he was an amazing man.
I'm sorry for your loss, OP. It's never easy.
This made me think back to a conversation I had with DH. He convinced himself that being hard on our boy will somehow make him grow up a better person. I completely disagree. We're not in the position to hand "everything" to our son, but I absolutely don't want him to struggle. Hopefully, we'll find a workable balance. When I was a teenager, my dad was harping on my mom for not giving me more chores. He somehow thought that I will not be able to take care of myself unless I slave away in the kitchen through my teenage years. Thankfully, my mom called his BS and said out right: She'll have plenty of work to do in her life. It's been almost thirty years, and I still agree with my mom on this one.
Anonymous wrote:I had the opposite trajectory.
Growing up - I hated my parents. I grew up in a wealthy white area and watched all my friends get handed everything. Meanwhile, my parents, while they had the means, thought it was more important to make me work for things and show me that nothing in life is free.
As a kid, obviously I hated this. And it caused us to fight a lot. Obviously there were many other issues - but needless to say, our relationship as horrible and I was a horrible son.
As I go through life - especially the harder parts of life - I really grew to appreciate my parents lessons. My ability to find solutions, to work hard, to not give up, to constantly strive to be a better person... All these things are things I learned from my parents. It took me a long time to really understand it and once I did, I was so grateful for my parents.
We were really developing a much better relationship and things were going very well... Unfortunately, my father just passed away of cancer a few weeks ago. It was devastating to me to realize how much time I had wasted with him - he was an amazing man.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:PP of 11:59, I'm so sorry for your loss. Your parents sound amazing.
Thank you! My parents are amazing - I was a selfish, entitled, self-centered child. I don't know where I got it from (possibly adoption issues)... But, I was a horrible son.
Anything good in me - comes from emulating my Dad - he was a great man.
I learned so many things about his after his death that I am ashamed I did not know about him while he was a live.
He marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. and used to co-sign for mortgages for African American families that were racially discriminated against when trying to obtain loans.
He flew airplanes in the air force during the Korean War.
He was a Sr. Engineer for Boeing and helped design and innovate the Chinook helicopter.
He left a very lucrative job at Boeing to start his own company to make advances in minimally intrusive surgical equipment such as ultrasound machines, heart monitors, etc.
He flew gliders - although I do remember as a young child - my Dad flying me and my twin brother in the glider.
He was a great man - he was big on social responsibility, big on values, big on compassion - he was a great husband to my mother - I never saw them fight - I know they would have discussions in the bedroom with the door closed, but when they came out - they were a united front - and he adored her until the day he died (think old couple still pinching each other's butts)...
Your description of your father made an internet stranger tear up. He was a giant of a man.
I lost my dad 2 years ago and the grief still comes in waves. I wish you peace and healing.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:PP of 11:59, I'm so sorry for your loss. Your parents sound amazing.
Thank you! My parents are amazing - I was a selfish, entitled, self-centered child. I don't know where I got it from (possibly adoption issues)... But, I was a horrible son.
Anything good in me - comes from emulating my Dad - he was a great man.
I learned so many things about his after his death that I am ashamed I did not know about him while he was a live.
He marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. and used to co-sign for mortgages for African American families that were racially discriminated against when trying to obtain loans.
He flew airplanes in the air force during the Korean War.
He was a Sr. Engineer for Boeing and helped design and innovate the Chinook helicopter.
He left a very lucrative job at Boeing to start his own company to make advances in minimally intrusive surgical equipment such as ultrasound machines, heart monitors, etc.
He flew gliders - although I do remember as a young child - my Dad flying me and my twin brother in the glider.
He was a great man - he was big on social responsibility, big on values, big on compassion - he was a great husband to my mother - I never saw them fight - I know they would have discussions in the bedroom with the door closed, but when they came out - they were a united front - and he adored her until the day he died (think old couple still pinching each other's butts)...
Anonymous wrote:PP of 11:59, I'm so sorry for your loss. Your parents sound amazing.