I've had my arguments... ok, that's an understatement. Our arguments often
resembled D-Day reinactments. But I've had plenty of good times with them, too,
and as it turns out, they raised me right.
So yeah, I love 'em, even if they are a pain in the @$s sometimes!
After taking care of a certain 8 year old individual from a fairly good friend
of mine in the past [for about a dreadful week], the child was, well if I could
say, a complete and utterly horrific nightmare to handle from time to time. It
was the first moment in such a long while that I would feel some sudden stress
over an actual whole ordeal. But after all the shopping, all the movie reviews,
while also consistently working at my office job, while the week was over, I
felt really perplexed about the whole situation in general. Of course, I was
extremely glad things returned back to normal [like literally, of course], but
after this individual left, something didn't seem right.
Was I at one point, just like this 8 year old back in the days, an agitative and
life-burdening child towards my parent in particular? I really have to honor my
mother for raising me through many hardships, even while I was just as demanding
and picky just as ever during that particular age, even though I also would have
to key in the factor that I wasn't actively or fully aware of my conscience
during the time. After all, I was still Mommy's Little Angel. Because of this late but recent discovery of
myself, I acknowledge and appreciate my mother even further for taking care of
me. She made so many sacrifices for me in the past that I never had even
realized for once, and in which I am absolutely grateful for. Most importantly
to say, I absolutely love my mother. Even though we very rarely do go into any
arguments, we always get along extremely well, both mother, friend, and [even
though she wasn't too great in this department here] part mentor.
I love my parents, but sometimes it's just hard to communicate with them. My mom
and I quarrel a lot, and my poor dad is usually the spectator, but overall
everything is not so bad afterall...
I love my parents! Theres always lil ups and downs..but i love my dad and mum!
My dads..a lil strict..but always does things for me that i appreciate so
much..and my mum i can talk about anything with her..she roxors..and meh im
happy!
Of course I love them, it doesn't help that we don't really understand each
other very well, but they have good intentions even if 'what is best' really
isn't.
I used to despise them with all of MyBeing, but they eventually cast aside their
bias, pompous nature. Not quite sure if I "love" them yet, but I do
not hate them any longer.
no, I don't hate my parents...not at all. There can be times where I don't like
them, but I've never hated them. I try to remind myself that whatever they do
will always be for my well-being...they don't abuse me or anything. If I've ever
been hit or slapped it was when I was younger and it wasn't abuse-it was
discipline, and lots of kids need that now-a-days. Besides now that I'm older
they don't ever bother doing that kind of stuff. Some of my friends always say
they hate their parents for doing something completely normal...I think that's
just wrong and shows how immature the kid really is.
I don't hate My (Parent) My mom can be a real pain in the ass alot and often get
me confused with my older brother which really ticks me off but i wouldn't trade
her for anyone else in the world for a parent. But i think all parents get on
your nerves eventually.
I think my parents are great, just by looking the way I turned out.
But seriously, I think it will take a great achievement to do what they have
done for me, and the bad thing is, now I start to worry if I am going to have a
child, I wish I can raise them just as good as my parents did with me and my
sisters.
I love my parents because like Savage Garden said in that one song, "I
believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do".
And if you hate them for something as simple as corporeal punishment that you
people label as abuse, then you have no respect for them. I mean, sure my dad
had one hell o a definition for punishment, but I don't really think less of him
for it.
I may not always tell my parents everything because I know they wouldn't
understand and because I have the situation under control (helping friends w/
problems, some of my friends are suicidal) but I do love them; even if I don't
always show it. I mean they take care of me and they sacrifice things they want
to do to help me out. We may not always understand each other and they may not
always know everything going on in my head or with my problems, but no one does
so...it's not their fault or anything, I just don't trust that much.
i ...not really say love my mother..she quite naggy sometimes...but i knw,i HATE
my father....he totally scolded me f-word like...8times?! so...yah,i hate my
father..dun quite like my mother either...
Umm... I don't know hoe to say... I love them when they take care of me...
I hate them when they advise and scold me...
But, they never hit me
I've had my arguments... ok, that's an understatement. Our arguments often resembled D-Day reinactments. But I've had plenty of good times with them, too, and as it turns out, they raised me right.
So yeah, I love 'em, even if they are a pain in the @$s sometimes!
Of course I do. They never hit me or anything l ike that. I mean grounding- let's face it. sometimes we deserve it.
they brought you into the world, & take care of you.
what's not to love!
i do love my parents..no matter how..
quarrel and everything like that i can put it aside..
...i hate my parents
;
i do love my parents,though they are a bit strict..
wow... at least have real parent problems... no one?... fine my mother and step dad abused me, I went to live with my dad then moved out last year
After taking care of a certain 8 year old individual from a fairly good friend of mine in the past [for about a dreadful week], the child was, well if I could say, a complete and utterly horrific nightmare to handle from time to time. It was the first moment in such a long while that I would feel some sudden stress over an actual whole ordeal. But after all the shopping, all the movie reviews, while also consistently working at my office job, while the week was over, I felt really perplexed about the whole situation in general. Of course, I was extremely glad things returned back to normal [like literally, of course], but after this individual left, something didn't seem right.
Was I at one point, just like this 8 year old back in the days, an agitative and life-burdening child towards my parent in particular? I really have to honor my mother for raising me through many hardships, even while I was just as demanding and picky just as ever during that particular age, even though I also would have to key in the factor that I wasn't actively or fully aware of my conscience during the time. After all, I was still Mommy's Little Angel. Because of this late but recent discovery of myself, I acknowledge and appreciate my mother even further for taking care of me. She made so many sacrifices for me in the past that I never had even realized for once, and in which I am absolutely grateful for. Most importantly to say, I absolutely love my mother. Even though we very rarely do go into any arguments, we always get along extremely well, both mother, friend, and [even though she wasn't too great in this department here] part mentor.
I love my parents, but sometimes it's just hard to communicate with them. My mom and I quarrel a lot, and my poor dad is usually the spectator, but overall everything is not so bad afterall...
I love my parents! they may be strict, but it's always for our own good! haha..
I love my parents! Theres always lil ups and downs..but i love my dad and mum! My dads..a lil strict..but always does things for me that i appreciate so much..and my mum i can talk about anything with her..she roxors..and meh im happy!
Of course I love them, it doesn't help that we don't really understand each other very well, but they have good intentions even if 'what is best' really isn't.
yeah i love them...and thank them for letting me come to this world
I used to despise them with all of MyBeing, but they eventually cast aside their bias, pompous nature. Not quite sure if I "love" them yet, but I do not hate them any longer.
no, I don't hate my parents...not at all. There can be times where I don't like them, but I've never hated them. I try to remind myself that whatever they do will always be for my well-being...they don't abuse me or anything. If I've ever been hit or slapped it was when I was younger and it wasn't abuse-it was discipline, and lots of kids need that now-a-days. Besides now that I'm older they don't ever bother doing that kind of stuff. Some of my friends always say they hate their parents for doing something completely normal...I think that's just wrong and shows how immature the kid really is.
I don't hate My (Parent) My mom can be a real pain in the ass alot and often get me confused with my older brother which really ticks me off but i wouldn't trade her for anyone else in the world for a parent. But i think all parents get on your nerves eventually.
Of course. Any 14 year old boy or girl should abstain from posting in this thread though in case they have some angst to let out.
Yes. My parents did the best they can.
Yeah, I love em. They raised me right & expect me to learn from my mistakes.
I think my parents are great, just by looking the way I turned out.
But seriously, I think it will take a great achievement to do what they have done for me, and the bad thing is, now I start to worry if I am going to have a child, I wish I can raise them just as good as my parents did with me and my sisters.
You all are good person for loving your parents......
But sometimes... I think that they say are right...
I love my parents because like Savage Garden said in that one song, "I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do".
And if you hate them for something as simple as corporeal punishment that you people label as abuse, then you have no respect for them. I mean, sure my dad had one hell o a definition for punishment, but I don't really think less of him for it.
I may not always tell my parents everything because I know they wouldn't understand and because I have the situation under control (helping friends w/ problems, some of my friends are suicidal) but I do love them; even if I don't always show it. I mean they take care of me and they sacrifice things they want to do to help me out. We may not always understand each other and they may not always know everything going on in my head or with my problems, but no one does so...it's not their fault or anything, I just don't trust that much.
i ...not really say love my mother..she quite naggy sometimes...but i knw,i HATE my father....he totally scolded me f-word like...8times?! so...yah,i hate my father..dun quite like my mother either...