Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters.

According to that quite a disturbing video most of us saw in high school, "The Miracle of Life", one day, when mommy and daddy looked at each other in the eyes and realized how much they truly loved each other, a little one was conceived. Or if you're a pessimist, once daddy saw mommy's cacongas throbbing through her shirt, they started rockin' and knockin' and since it was so intense, mr. Trojan can only withstand so much brutality and falls apart. Thus, an accident is conceived. But I'm an optimist at the moment and will return to the matter at hand the way things have been running in my life lately.
So, I ask you, what makes a good parent? One that's always there when you need him or her; or one that one that takes care of you financially; or one that helps you through hard times; or maybe all of the above? Fact of the matter is, parenthood is a terrifying thing, as there are many stages parents dread and wished they could just erase or skip them, like puberty, their first date, their first disagreement, prom night, college, dormitories, fraternities, drugs, alcohol, and moving out. While there are many stages you just can't wait to experience, like their first steps, their first words, their first "momma" or "dada", their first "i love you", graduation, college, marriage and grandchildren.
But the time during which they're still at home, steps have to be taken very carefully so those good moments can outnumber the bad ones. But this past year has proved more than my parent can handle: me coming out, her second one starting puberty, diagnosed with two serious illness, being separated by her first for five months only to be reunited by a shrink, mistrust and disagreements under her roof. With so many problems arising, a parent cannot help it but wonder her capacity at said job. This, thus brings depression and many unconsolable tears. So what happens then? This is where we, the offsprings, come in. We have to realize that sometimes, we have to be the parent for our parents, consoling them, using the same methods they used with us. That way, they see themselves in us. Only then will they realize that they didn't do such a bad job after all. And then, this will bring more tears. But this time, they will be tears of achievement and joy and absolutely nothing is grander for a parent to know and feel that he or she has succeded at the most difficult task ever put on mankind: raising a child to become an extraordinary parent. Life can only taste so sweet.

A dedication to my mother, an amazing and extraordinary parent. I love you dearly and Happy 50th Birthday!!!!