I Wish my Parents Would…
I wish my parents would change their preconceived notion of what a good child is. I wish they could understand that a good child does not have to attend church every Sunday and accept Jesus into their heart. I want them to realize that by having this idea they are only pushing me farther away. They need to accept the fact that I tried to make Christianity work, but I have discovered for myself that a Christian is not the kind of person that I am. I could never live that lifestyle and hope to gain an ounce of peace or perspective in life.
I want my parents to realize that my friends aren’t as bad as they think they are. I admit I break curfew on occasion, but I am doing my best to abolish that habit. I wish they would allow my friends and I the privilege to explore other cities by going on trips in the car. It could be a lot worse; I could participate in narcotics or ingest alcohol on a regular basis but I choose not too. I could hang out with my boyfriend alone and have sexual relations with him, but I choose to abstain from such activities.
I want them to have confidence enough in their parenting techniques to believe that they have instilled a significant set of values in me. I want them to realize that they have raised me from infancy and have had the majority of influence on my life for upper wards of eighteen years. They need to give me my right to make my own decisions and get some experience doing so while I still have them backing me, just in case something unforeseen happens.
I long for them to give me the freedom to move about without judgment. They need to trust that at any new placement I will make wise decisions. I want them to allow me to live with my Aunt this summer so that I can see life outside of their rose coloured glasses. I want them to realize I’m not going for long. I will come back in September to attend college.
I wish my parents would stop comparing me to my brother and what he was when he was my age. I want them to allow me the same freedoms that they allowed my brother to experience. I wish they could grasp the concept that my brother and I are to very different people. Neither my brother nor I are worse then the other. We both went through the same experiences; we simply came out on opposite sides. I want my parents to accept me for what I am not, as well as what I am. I want them to stop constantly wasting their time praying for something that will never happen.
I wish that they would be honest with me and tell me what they are really feeling instead of playing pretend. I wish that they would speak openly with me and believe that I am old enough to cope with whatever it is they have to say.
I need them to understand I am not doing this to rebel. They need to allow me to discover my own identity and, in doing so, find perspective in my life. The only way I will commit my life to something is if I believe in it completely. I have to figure things out for myself.
-Melissa Michelle
I want my parents to realize that my friends aren’t as bad as they think they are. I admit I break curfew on occasion, but I am doing my best to abolish that habit. I wish they would allow my friends and I the privilege to explore other cities by going on trips in the car. It could be a lot worse; I could participate in narcotics or ingest alcohol on a regular basis but I choose not too. I could hang out with my boyfriend alone and have sexual relations with him, but I choose to abstain from such activities.
I want them to have confidence enough in their parenting techniques to believe that they have instilled a significant set of values in me. I want them to realize that they have raised me from infancy and have had the majority of influence on my life for upper wards of eighteen years. They need to give me my right to make my own decisions and get some experience doing so while I still have them backing me, just in case something unforeseen happens.
I long for them to give me the freedom to move about without judgment. They need to trust that at any new placement I will make wise decisions. I want them to allow me to live with my Aunt this summer so that I can see life outside of their rose coloured glasses. I want them to realize I’m not going for long. I will come back in September to attend college.
I wish my parents would stop comparing me to my brother and what he was when he was my age. I want them to allow me the same freedoms that they allowed my brother to experience. I wish they could grasp the concept that my brother and I are to very different people. Neither my brother nor I are worse then the other. We both went through the same experiences; we simply came out on opposite sides. I want my parents to accept me for what I am not, as well as what I am. I want them to stop constantly wasting their time praying for something that will never happen.
I wish that they would be honest with me and tell me what they are really feeling instead of playing pretend. I wish that they would speak openly with me and believe that I am old enough to cope with whatever it is they have to say.
I need them to understand I am not doing this to rebel. They need to allow me to discover my own identity and, in doing so, find perspective in my life. The only way I will commit my life to something is if I believe in it completely. I have to figure things out for myself.
-Melissa Michelle