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The more grown-up,the more I want to stay beside with my mum and dad. This is not what I thought it should be. Perhaps it is because I'm getting more and more concerned of their health, as they are getting aged. I hope I can hand to them a cup of tea and hear them say "I'm just thirsty" within call to run some errand to save their trouble. I want to stay beside them, even it is just staying. I will be at ease to ensure that everyting's all right for them. Or perhaps because I just want to pretend still to be a child, as can only be before my parents. I'm not yet prepared to grow up. Do you have any poem or prose that might echo my heart?
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Joined: 5/14/2010 Posts: 1,416 Points: 4,260 Location: Argentina
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Very commendable the concern about your parents. On the other issue, maybe you should see a shrink.
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Joined: 5/21/2009 Posts: 5,454 Points: 15,860 Location: United Kingdom
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Will you still be feeling so idyllic when they become doubly incontinent and cannot recognise who you are? Caring is a very worthy role to play but doesn't suit everybody.
"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon" Suzanne Ertz
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Joined: 6/15/2011 Posts: 774 Points: 2,093 Location: Earth
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There's a few. This one may or may not be apropos: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night ~ Dylan ThomasMaybe something instead by Dr. Seuss?
Forgiving is Love, Love is For Giving.
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Joined: 4/17/2009 Posts: 973 Points: 2,765 Location: United Kingdom
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3unorchid wrote:The more grown-up,the more I want to stay beside with my mum and dad. This is not what I thought it should be. Perhaps it is because I'm getting more and more concerned of their health, as they are getting aged. I hope I can hand to them a cup of tea and hear them say "I'm just thirsty" within call to run some errand to save their trouble. I want to stay beside them, even it is just staying. I will be at ease to ensure that everyting's all right for them. Or perhaps because I just want to pretend still to be a child, as can only be before my parents. I'm not yet prepared to grow up. Do you have any poem or prose that might echo my heart? It must depend, to a great extent, upon your present age and gender. It is quite normal for a young person to be concerned about his or her parents' welfare, especially when a son or daughter reaches that age when they are starting to think about moving away for work or for marriage. This is especially so if there are no others siblings, or if other siblings have already moved away. Your feelings are not the most important issue here. It is your parents' feelings that matter most. Talk to them about what you feel. You may be surprised to learn that they will be happier in themselves if you move away and make your own life. It is almost certainly what they have brought you up to do. No matter what you feel now, when the opportunity presents itself, whether it is marriage or career, you will probably take it. With that in mind you might want to do what you can for your parents now so that they can enjoy independent living for as long as possible after you have moved away. Love isn't always about what you feel. It is about what you do.
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Joined: 6/30/2010 Posts: 5,697 Points: 17,030 Location: Canada
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3unorchid wrote:The more grown-up,the more I want to stay beside with my mum and dad. This is not what I thought it should be. Perhaps it is because I'm getting more and more concerned of their health, as they are getting aged. I hope I can hand to them a cup of tea and hear them say "I'm just thirsty" within call to run some errand to save their trouble. I want to stay beside them, even it is just staying. I will be at ease to ensure that everyting's all right for them. Or perhaps because I just want to pretend still to be a child, as can only be before my parents. I'm not yet prepared to grow up. Do you have any poem or prose that might echo my heart? Scary, realising that your parents are leaving you forever soon. And that you'll do the same. If they want you, and it's not just a hiding place from reality for you, stick around. I can't help my Dad any more, as much as I wish I could and as infuriating as he was sometimes. Sanity is not statistical
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