How this mother had, educated her own young, by NOT providing for her, by NOT giving her everything she’d, asked for, and it’d, taught her, to become, self-sufficient in life! Translated…
After thumbing across “The Moring Crew: an Orc at My House” on January 6th, I’d agreed very much with the writer’s way of teaching her children, and it’d, also reminded me of how my mother used to teach me in life.
Back as a young child, when my grandmother woke up, she got into the habits of making porridge and leaving it for everybody else on the stove, and so, my mother didn’t need to wake up to make the breakfasts; but she’d requested, that I’d needed to pack up my backpack each night, to prepare the uniform for school and shoes and socks, to wake up by myself, to eat breakfast, to go to school on my own. And, if I’d, forgotten to bring something I’d needed, calling home for help would be, useless, because she wouldn’t, bring it to me.
I didn’t like the cold porridge with the salted vegetables, I’d much rather spend my allowances on the soy milk or the breads, then, headed over to wait for my classmates, then, we’d, gone to school together. My classmate’s mother demanded that she finishes her breakfast before she leaves for school, the stewed eggs, meats, and porridge that smelled so aromatic, would always made me drool; and, when she’d asked if I wanted a bowl, I’d naturally, nodded like crazy. And, if the rain started pouring, the mother of this classmate would deliver the umbrella to her at school especially. Comparing, I thought, that my mother didn’t love me enough, that was why, she’d, allowed me to do as I pleased.
In my second year in high school, my father vouched for someone he didn’t know that well, and he’d become, pressed by the debts that the individual owed. My mother told me she had enough trouble as is, and told me to make my own way. After I’d taken my college entrance, my summer was spent, working in the counters at the malls; I’d become, a first-year student in college, knowing, that I couldn’t, afford to party, I’d part-timed as a tutor, waited tables at restaurants, and managed to finish my own education, on a scholarship. After I’d graduated, I’d worked during the day, and part-timed during the nights, and two-thirds of what I earned from my two jobs, went into my mother’s helping out with the household finances, or to help pay up the debts that my father owed.
It was so hard for me, I’d often, envied those classmates who got the chance to study abroad, believed that I was, more than, unlucky, blamed, that my parents didn’t, take care of me, that I’d needed to become, self-reliant. And later, I’d gotten a job offer abroad, to study, and after I married, I’d, started living in Norway, and, I’d felt like, I was, in my element, away from my home country, and I’d become, more than grateful toward my mother’s insistence on “not spoiling me”, that she’d, helped me, become independent in nature, so I’d become, easily adapted to life anywhere.
I’d recalled that there was a coworker, other than her packed lunch, there would be, a box of sliced up fruits for her; once I’d accidentally found out, that if the watermelon pieces didn’t get separated from the skins, and if it didn’t get sliced to bite-size, she’d not known how to eat them. Her mother took care of her so much, that she’d not even know, how to eat her own fruits, and this had, shocked me. And I’d felt, even more grateful toward my “imperfect” mother, for allowing me to grow up on my own.
Mothers are humans, not God, and they would become, too taxed, too stressed out. There’s no need to force yourselves, and you should allow your own young to know the situations at home; the parents who’d not allowed their young to go through the trials, may have to face the situations in the fable: the mother who was poor wanted to save the chickens for her young, and sucked on the chicken bones in private, but the children saw, and the children told her, “mom, don’t worry, when I’m old and make a lot of money, I’ll be able to, buy a TON of chicken bones for you to eat, as much as you like!”
And so, this mother, was actually, TRAINING her daughter to become independent, and, surely, growing up, this woman felt that her mother did NOT love her enough, but as she’d gotten older, and became, more mature, she’d realized, that her mother’s actions from when she was younger, was to help prepare her for her life as an adult.
Life, the Obstacle Course 