Six simple words. Any parent’s worst nightmare . . .
These are the exact same words I used with my parents when first breaking the magnificent (according to me) news to them. Admitting it was enlightening, yes, but only for me.
My parents however, weren’t delighted in the least!
In my house we were always taught to follow either the path of a doctor, lawyer or accountant . . . you know, good and stable jobs. Taking over the family accounting firm and such. And even though I always felt the need to please my parents, I also was never happy in doing so.
I constantly walked with this gnawing sting on my stomach, feeling like being forced into a cult of wrongdoing or something. Yea, you might know this feeling. If indeed you do, you are not alone!
Upon finally telling my parents my decision – rather studying an degree in English Literature and Creative writing rather than becoming a Dietitian – they looked at me as if I was bonkers. Straight from the whacky house. Right off the bat they told me NO, and I was absolutely crushed . . .
So after a long awaited while – them seeing I wasn’t at all kidding – my mother at last came around. I thought it only a matter of time before my father did as well, only it never really happened. And honestly, although saying so, I don’t think he has to this very day.
One little fact about me: In my house, I have always been known as ‘the girl with nosy bat ears’. Why? Well, I literally ALWAYS eavesdrop on EVERYONE. Trust me, in my home, no one is safe!
Anyhow, I cannot even tell you how many times I have heard him tell my mother I made a mistake, and that next year I will come running home with just such proclamation. And no matter how many times I tell them writing is my utter most passion, they simply refuse to listen. It has even gotten to such a point where I have completely stopped listening.
It hurts my soul to know that my parents haven’t yet accepted my choices in life, and although they seem to want tot support me, with their hearts not in it, I’d rather have them not.
So, if there are any of you feeling what I’m feeling right now . . . or even some of you who know what it’s like (even a little), please feel free to share your story, as well as how you managed to move past it.
Our parents brought us into this world, and trust me, it is truly heart breaking if they’re not your biggest and fiercest supporters . . .