October 25, 2013

Unconditional Love

{Photos by Sabrina; wearing Jacob tweed moto jacket, Boohoo heels, Wilfred faux leather shorts, Tibi tank}

On Monday a friend of mine went to court to morally support one of a young person she works with. My friend went because this kid has no parents. This kid never knew his dad and his mom was MIA and has her own issues. It's no wonder he got into some bad stuff. Someone this young shouldn't be going through things like this on their own.

Often when we complain about our parents giving us advises on everything, I always say it's because they don't want you to make the same mistakes as them because they care. It doesn't matter if you're 20 or if you're 50 (I watch my grandma nag at my dad all the time), have your own career and a family, they will still have a comment on how you can fix your life for the better.

Sometimes parents even give advise on things they have no experience in. Their advise will be outrageous because their information is based from a TV show or some bogus internet site, or because their friend's mother's aunt's husband's brother went through similar situations. Lately my mom is on a fad about how vitamins give you cancer. I just ho-hum and let her continue.

Parents tend to not listen to you because they are your parents. You can get a PhD in nutrition and health and they will still find something about your health to nag you on. You can reason with them until you're blue in the face and they still would rather believe in the information they hear from some random media.

It can make us crazy. But you know that their intentions are good. You will always be their baby. You know you can always depend on them. You know every time you call home, they will always have time to hear about your day. You can get into fights with them and you both can and will move on like nothing has happened.

It's unconditional love. This love is hard to find because you can't make someone love you like this. It's their choice to love you this way. There is no other motive other than you are their child. And it's tragic that some people never experience this type of love because they don't have parental figures. It's a blessing for us that have parents.

“In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.”