Sometimes I wish that me and my Dad could be close.
I don't exactly know what happened between us. I could easily blame his parenting style for that chasm that perpetually exists between us. I could say that he is the cause of my total lack of self confidence. He was hard, his words were harsh and hurtful. He sometimes ruled with an iron hand.
I could remember waking up at 5am on a Sunday morning just to help him sell beef at the local market. I could remember how he would make me and my brother clean our car everyday after he arrives from work during our summer vacation. At a young age, I knew what responsibility was. I learned to be independent. I learned that life isn't a bed of roses. That life is not fair.
But I also remember how he would always have a gift for me on my birthday, no matter what. I remember how he stayed with me at the hospital when I broke my arm. I remember how he would refuse to let me take the public transportation and insist that he bring me to school events. I remember how he would also fetch me after my 9pm class at the DLSU during my last trimester in college.
I don't exactly know what happened between us. I could easily blame his parenting style for that chasm that perpetually exists between us. I could say that he is the cause of my total lack of self confidence. He was hard, his words were harsh and hurtful. He sometimes ruled with an iron hand.
I could remember waking up at 5am on a Sunday morning just to help him sell beef at the local market. I could remember how he would make me and my brother clean our car everyday after he arrives from work during our summer vacation. At a young age, I knew what responsibility was. I learned to be independent. I learned that life isn't a bed of roses. That life is not fair.
But I also remember how he would always have a gift for me on my birthday, no matter what. I remember how he stayed with me at the hospital when I broke my arm. I remember how he would refuse to let me take the public transportation and insist that he bring me to school events. I remember how he would also fetch me after my 9pm class at the DLSU during my last trimester in college.
3 comments:
is he still alive?
Yes, dops. A lot older but very much alive.
It takes a lot for parents to raise children, and bring up a family...that's why I always look up to my parents...
I too, am not close with my dad, however, the love is still there... nakakarelate din ako sa entry na to, kya kudos to you for realizing what many seem to take granted from there parents... =)
~Chico
Post a Comment