Becoming More of Humans

This week, I would like to talk about how my perception has changed about my parents as I grew older. Next week, I will talk about how my self-reflection has had an impact on my life, so please tune in!

When we were young, before we hit our double-digit or maybe even up to high school, we saw our parents as super heroes. Not just our role models, but people who could do anything at their will. Our parents were people who knew no suffering, pain, or sadness-nothing could bring them down to earth. I don’t know about where you guys grew up, but from where I come from, we used to go around telling one another (this applies to boys – I think) that our dad is the greatest, strongest, and the best! I remember hearing, “my dad can beat your dad up!” To think, how silly were we… because we now know that violence isn’t the answer.

To conjure the saddest moment of my life, I would definitely have to say the day I learned my parents were more of humans than what I believed them to be has to be it. How wrong I was. How immature I was. How naive I was.

I was born and raised in South Korea, and immigrated to America when I was 8. My parents knew nothing about the foreign country, except for 2 things: 1.) It wasn’t going to be easy to become alienated, and 2.) Going all in on me and my sister. I will save the details of the sacrifices that they had to make, but I would like to point out that anyone can say that about his or her parents if he or she, too, immigrated from another country. The only difference is how sincere his or her understanding is of the parents’ sacrifice. I can proudly say that I fully understand their sacrifice and I promise to the whole world that I will be the best person I can be.

When I saw them cry, when I saw them struggle with their work, I still had no idea. I was selfish; sure, I didn’t want my parents to cry or to show their weakness, but I didn’t bother to help search for their solution. It was only when I had come to a certain age that I realized those tears that they shed were for me. That is when I began to realize that they CAN’T do everything on their own. They need someone to hold their hand, they need someone to tell them that their effort will blossom into abundance, they need a super hero of their own who can take down their problems.

Had someone told me 10 years ago that my parents were just like the rest of us, I would have laughed in disbelief. Now, I find myself doing my best to become their super hero. It is my turn to become that person who they can rely on. The solution was simple: it was ME. I had to become the person to hold their hand; I had to become the person who can whisper to them that everything will be okay. It is as if they had inherited their plausible super powers to me throughout their tough times. It is my dream, it is THEIR dream, to be in their shoes years from now to show them that their sacrifices were worth it. To correct them that it wasn’t a sacrifice, but an investment. How pissed off would you be if you invested your whole life on something and receive nothing in return? Because I would be. It would bother me more if I can’t do anything to show my gratitude. Think about it, your parents had their own dream, a passion, before they had you guys. They gave up their dreams and shifted their goal onto you.

After enduring tough times, you will learn that those times were blessings in disguise. Through those times, my feet have grown bigger. I may not be ready now to step in their shoes, but I promise I will be.

I understand this was written poorly and that I left out many profound details. But believe it or not, that was my intention. To share every detail would be too long and take away your precious time. I wanted to write out the general idea to reflect on, so that you can have a chance to fill out your own story.

Year 2013 is coming to an end, and let’s just remind our parents how thankful we are and let’s promise them that we will walk tenaciously in year 2014.

I apologize for the confusion in advance, but my parents are still my super heroes. Enduring through many hardships and never asking for anything in return from me and my sister take some mighty strength to fight through all that. Now, I will work harder to lift their burdens off of their shoulders. After all, I am getting older every second; I have no time to waste.

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5 thoughts on “Becoming More of Humans

  1. Interesting post. I imagine many folks, like you, saw their parents as strong and perfect. Mine, like many, had serious issues. They loved us to pieces but mine was a dysfunctional home and even as a child I knew they were not superheroes and even different in some ways than “regular” people if there is such a thing as “regular” or “normal.” But I think all of us no matter what we come from, not matter our perceptions of our parents’ strengths or weaknesses, if we love our parents and recognize their love we will want to try and make their life less burdensome as you have brought out.

    • Yes, I agree with you. There are no “normal” people that society assays its best to implement in our brains. We are who we are: people that God created, and our parents’ greatest gifts. As you mentioned, no matter where we come from, knowing the love your parents have for you is one of the driving forces to lift some of the burdens from their shoulders. Honestly, love from our parents is all we could ask for and all we need to be the best we can be.
      Thank you for your insight, and I hope you would check out my other posts and read my weekly posts that I hope to write every Friday. I would love to hear from you again.
      Also, today, I read a book called, “For One More Day” by Mitch Albom, and I would love to suggest it to you if you haven’t read it. It’s a great book and shows how much a mother loves her children. A great book. Brought tears to my eyes haha
      Again, thanks, and best wishes to you with your new endeavors!

  2. it is clear that you love your parent and they love you. Our relationships with parents and children change as we go through life, but as long as we care about each other that is the important thing!

    • You are absolutely right! I believe the love we have for one another is what creates trust and what spells out family. I recently read “For One More Day” by Mitch Albom, and boy… I know I was never fond of reading so I have a few selections to choose from, but I cannot recall the last time I cried reading a book haha. I would love to check your work after I finish the book I am currently reading! Please continue to blog and write great works!

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