a reminder for you to pause, breathe, and remember all the (not-so) simple things. please read with a light heart and a cup of coffee
I wish there was a handbook on how to love your parents properly. The actual correct way. Will there ever be? Is there ever any?
We love our parents in the way we want to. By kissing them in the morning before school or work. By endless and relentless or sometimes careless texts and phonecalls. By telling them you're having cold and wishing they were here to take care of us. By constant worry when you're living far from them, wondering if they're alright. By staying up late waiting for them to come home from work, along with tea and warm bath. By eating the meal they cooked until none left on the plate despite you're angry because they misplaced your favorite sock. By going to their graves every month or on their birthday. By keeping them in your prayers every night.
Maybe there will never be a correct way. So just love them. Love until there's no love to give. Love them while they're here. Love them when they're not here anymore.
Your love and compassion will get through somehow.
*picture courtesy of negativespace