I am (by choice) a different person than I was raised to be. It usually isn't a problem except for when it is. And usually it isn't a problem for me, but for my parents. Then I guess in a way it does become a problem, mostly a problem of how I feel about it.
I have known for some time that I am not the person my mom and dad wish I was. It is disappointing for them and then I feel guilty for that...and then I get mad that I feel guilty. I bit of a cycle I suppose. Thankfully, I don't feel this way all the time, usually only after a visit with my parents.
My point of this post isn't to go into the details, but rather to let it all go. Each time, it gets a little easier to deal with. Each time, I am more sure of who I am. I have spent the last few days since they left feeling a little down in the dumps about the whole thing...but it ends here.
So...in the spirit of grace....and peace...
I am who I am, by choice. I am proud of who I have become and who I want to be. I am thankful for all the people in my life who help me realize what it is important.
You are one of the best people I know hands down, it is unfortunate that some people forget that one of the things we all hope for our kids is that they will become a:
ReplyDeleteKind
Caring
Responsible
Loving
Giving
Sharing
Happy
Adult - hmmmm seems like you hit all those in spades, must mean the problem is not yours.
Love You