Family
You can’t change who you’re a family with. I can’t change the fact Karens a princess, and that I try to compensate for her lack of responsibility. I can’t help that my dad is impatient and throws tantrums easily, so I try to make up by being the mediator. I can’t help that my mom… I can’t really name one bad thing about her besides nagging a bit too much… But regardless of these flaws, we’re family and we makeup for each others flaws. It just gets hard sometimes… I want my family to love every one equally, to not be judgmental, to not believe that money matters…but that’s really hard… I was once scared to share food with an African American classmate in grade 9. I thought I’d only get along with Chinese and believed I would ONLY date/be friends with Chinese. I never felt the urge to meet people non-Chinese. I believed that everything my parents said were rules engraved in stone. I was never proud of anything I did. I was never believed in and art and music never mattered, it’s only a skill. I was scared to tell people of any accomplishments. Yet because of how I was raised, I vow to raise my children a certain way. I want them to be able to express themselves, be it vocally or artistically. I know what it’s like to not be able to do so… I want them to see everyone equally, to see that we’re all the same. I want them to show sympathy to those who need it, and to genuinely want to be of assistance. I want them to not be scared of me and to approach me with any problems. ANY. I don’t care if it’s boys, drugs or sex. I want to be there. I wouldn’t for a second want to miss out on my child’s important moment in life… I want to have immediate and distant family members in my life. I want my kids to know that money doesn’t matter as much as the people around you. I want my kids to be able to pursue their dreams and to have fun with life. If life means making money and not being happy, leading one down a spiral of depression…then what’s the point? I believe happiness triumphs all…
