I had group sharing today, and we were supposed to talk about our family, our questions being:
1) What did your parents do that makes you love them more,
2) What do you want your parents to do for you to love them more?
One of my friends (actually my NY girls) said this on fb. (I didn't post her entire post, just the questions)
I almost cried just reading question 1. I think maybe because I've been having bouts of homesickness the past week so these questions are especially....emotional for me.
I don't even know how to start giving the answer to question 1. Even though what Romain said in Korean class was cliche (best present he had ever received), the most important thing that our parents did were to give us life. Without life, we would be nothing.
And it's not just life that's important. It's bringing us up, raising us, giving us the best that they can. My mum gave up her job to take care of us personally. My dad worked so hard to give us a comfortable life. We're not exactly wealthy, but we are all living comfortably. They brought us on vacations even if we may not be that well-off to afford it. And then my mum went to work again when we got older because our spending was increasing. Even with work, even when she reaches home late, she cooks dinner for us, washes clothes for us.
They taught me what was important in life. I may have gotten scoldings, sometimes even beatings (when I was much younger), but what I learnt was important. I learnt not to make careless mistakes. Trivial as it may seem, it made me into a conscientious person. I learnt not to take things for granted, to treasure everything that we have. I learnt many life lessons, the years when my dad would fetch me home after NP act or DALT training, talking about things that happened and what was the right choice to make. Even just my dad always fetching us when we call him, or worrying about us when we reach home late, driving to fetch us at the MRT.
They supported me as much as they can, even if it's difficult. The years in NY, going on overseas CIP to Bangalore in 2007 and Taiwan in 2008, it wasn't cheap. But it was what I wanted, the experience, and for that experience, they supported me.
Even for this, coming here. I had thought that I didn't receive the scholarship initially, and I was really really disappointed because that meant that I couldn't come to Yonsei and to UIC, to do what I wanted. However, my mum told me that they would support me as much as they can, even if it meant taking out loans from the bank to pay for the tuition. Thinking back on this still brings tears.
And always worrying about me, coming to Korea with me last semester to see me settle in, skyping with me everyday, cheering me up and giving advice not just about my stuff, but even for my friends' as well..
And even just the simple hug when I cry at the airport, that's enough.
I think I could go on and on. And talking about all these just make me cry ><
Question 2 made me cry. Because nothing, nothing more can make me love them more. Nothing less would make me love them less.
Instead, I ask myself, what can I do to repay these?
Not even talking about the distant future where I'll find a job and "become successful" (however you define it) and take care of them for the rest of their lives.
I need to change my temper. Sometimes I don't mean to sound impatient or anything. I think back to what Teukie said during Sukira some time last year, about how he went back home for Chuseok and he was being sharp with his words but all along thinking "no, that's not what I meant, I didn't mean for it to come out this way" and he could sense that his mum was on the verge of tears. I'm like that as well. I don't mean to sound irritated, but it just comes out that way. And the guilt will eat into me everytime I think about this. I think back to when I was 5, when sticker books were the "in" thing. I demanded for my mum to buy one (since everyone had one), and my mum bought one with my favourite cartoon on the cover. I happily brought it to school to show off, only to have my friends ask me why my sticker book wasn't ring binded. I got upset about that and went home asking my mum (not in a very nice tone) why she got me a sticker book that wasn't ring binded, that was different from others. Now, 15 years later, I'm still regretting saying that, and yes, I still remember that. Everytime I say something bad or sound impatient I feel guilty after that. And I remember it for life.
But I am glad that I came overseas, because it made me realise how much I really love my parents and my family. And I believe that over the winter break I've become a better daughter, and I've snapped at my family less than in the past.
Now that I'm constantly thinking of home, I know that next winter break when I go home, I will be a much better daughter, a much better granddaughter, and a much better sister.
Thank you Shernice for your fb post. It made me think a lot, and appreciate my parents (: