You know, I always wanted to be independent. I always was the kind of guy that wanted to go out of my parents' house and to stand on my own two feet. Always pretending to be the grown-up and strong guy, that could deal with money and that could handle every situation.
Now that I am working, now that I am living without my parents (and having to deal with every side-effects of living together with someone, that is NOT your relative -> so to divide the household and stuff), I see, that it's not as easy as I always thought it would be.
Now I realize how thankful I should be for having the parents I do have. I realize how much I miss my mother for doing my dinner, for washing my clothes or just for talking with me in a way that is only possible in a mother-to-son-conversation. No friends can do it that way.
I really miss my mother at the moment. Her personal presence. Even if I wouldn't be able to live with her anymore [because there were too many things going on between us, that were interfered our relationship], I miss her for being at the house. [With my father it is different, because I never had the same relationship with him that I had with my mother.]
But I guess that this is very good for me. I will learn to stand on my own two feet. I will get more independent (especially from my parents). I guess that I will ... in some way... grow up.
Credits for the beautiful picture go to: Rosie Hardy
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4. A song that makes me sad
Almost every song out of my favourite songs of all time, do make me sad. This made the choice very hard for me, but I tried to pick a song that really makes me sad and not depressing or anything else. Just sad. And I chose "Conversations with my 13 yr old self" by P!nk. It's a beautiful song that makes me sad, because I have to think about my 13 year old self and about how I was and about how happy I am now, that I changed. Looking back to that time, I can say, that I grew a lot and that I became who I am now. Wouldn't it have due to the tears I cried and the pain I felt when I was younger, I would never be who I am now.
call her. at least u'll be abble to have the talk only mother and sons can have? growing up is a hard game...
ReplyDeleteaaah 13 years old... good song and so many stories..
knud
Abriste-me os olhos com este post, sabes? Tantas vezes nao dou valor à minha mãe. Não que ela me faça o jantar todos os dias ou que falemos mt (porque há dias que tenho a sensação que vivo sozinha mesmo , e gosto LOL), mas acho que não seria o mesmo viver sem ela. viver sem ela a chegar a casa e reclamar que a loiça não está na máquina. enfim, são pequenas coisas a q só damos valor quando não temos. mas gostava de passar pela experiência de partilhar a casa com um amigo/a. também é uma experiência interessante. então a vera ;)
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