Contemplation: Of Parents

Parents are supposed to be the guiding light to any kid.
We look up to them. Obey and disobey them.
Love and hate them. Need and reject them.
And at some point in time, be them.

We are kids right now.
We are cradled in the arms of our parents.
When we need to get out of trouble, we run to them.
When we need help, we ask them.
And in every other aspect of life, in this present stage of life,
we are very much dependent on them.

It is understood, this process of exchange.
The child demands his parents, and soon when he grows up
and his parents grow old, he will return the favor back as the parents demand.

We look up to them. Mom and Dad.
For us, they're strong.
And no matter how big or little our problems are,
we run crying to them.
And they would comfort us.
Advise us.
Push us towards the right direction.
The parents' responsibility.
Obligation?
Passion.

That's only when the winds blow right.
Parents are human beings too, thus they are limited by human imperfection.
At times when things go wrong, parents forget to be parents.
They seem to lose hold of the essence of parenthood.
Or rather, the responsibility that parents should attend to.

That's what makes things a little bit off track.

Parents can be so childish at times.
They act like kids and fight like kids too.
They can be unreasonable.
Unkind, short-sighted and biased.
They expect so much.
Yet never supported you.
They leave you, and when you come running for help.
They would rather say, "Stop complaining like a kid."

Why don't we just say, "Start being a parent."

Sigh~
It really bothers me so much when people tell me about their issues with their parents.
I haven't had much with mine. And it didn't really bother me when it was of mine, than it was for them.
I dunno.
Its such an insult to being parents.
When parents begin to first their own needs than their children.
I have always had this notion of parents giving way for their children.
Like my mom. And my dad. To some extent. Even though I can say that at some point,
they've reverted to being kids.
Even so, they weren't like them.
They won't drag us down to suit their wants over our own.
Or compromise everyone else's wants.
Unselfish.

I just don't know what to do.
When my friends talk about this.
Complain of their issues.
I feel sad. Or, more appropriately, infuriated.
As to point of logic, these parents seem to lack.
And as of point of anything worth mentioning, they lack so much.
They've proved me one thing though.
Even a Christian family.
Christian parents.
Are human in the sense of flaw.
And even in the sense of flaw and essence of Christianity,
they appear to be living contradictions to their doctrine.