Just A Useless Post on My Family
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever written a post about my family. I guess when you live with certain people everyday, it's easy for us to take them for granted. Unless someone suddenly dies, and that changes the whole picture.
Being the youngest, I was always spoiled in my family. I was the little girl no one wanted to ever grow up. If they had the money, they never refused me anything I ever asked for. My family wasn't perfect, but I guess I was much better off than majority of the population.
I wasn't much trouble growing up because I wasn't a very sociable child. So I was at home most of the time. The only problem with me was that I was in the hospital almost every week until the age of 5. I had very weak lungs and I got almost every lung-related disease possible. It's something I still have to live with until now.
Then as with everyone else, I went to school, met new friends, had many misadventures, and eventually went to college. That was the most important time of my life because it was when I finally learned about the outside world and about guys. I was so naive before that because I was placed in an all-girls school from grade school to high school. After college, my childhood friends were so shocked with the changes that happened in my personality.
I left my parents' house just before graduation. I had a huge fight with my Dad because he freaked out when he saw that it was a guy who brought me back to our house one night. He accused me of being a bad daughter for going out with a guy. Of course, I got so mad that I threw my last college grades at him (I got my highest grades ever during the last semester.), packed all I owned in a sports bag and left the next morning. I never returned to the house ever again except to visit him on weekends. Our fight was compounded by the fact that I found out he had never forgiven me for taking up Judo as a sport. For almost 2 years, we were barely on speaking terms. It was only when my mother got seriously ill that we started talking again.
My mother is the exact opposite of my father. She's really cool and she never really got mad at me except when I lost the ring she bought me. She knew how to handle my personality and could get me to do what she wanted without me raising much of a fuss. She knew when to push and when to just let me be. Most of all, it was my mother who taught me the value of being my own person and not depending on another guy for my happiness. She didn't make the best decisions herself, but at least she made sure, that none of her daughters would ever make the same mistakes she did. She died on June 12, 2003. We were both at peace with each other at that time. Although, there are days when I still miss her. Even when she couldn't talk anymore, I would just give her a hug and it said volumes already about our relationship.
My sister is probably the most influential person in my life. Where our parents failed in being parents, we learned to fill in the gaps by ourselves. When I was a child, she was there to supervise my education. She taught me how to read and write. She was guide in telling me what were good books and not. She tried to make me write poetry, but even then we already knew I didn't have that gift. She always pushed me to go beyond what the school was teaching me and develop my own sensibilities. I owe it to her why I passed the best schools when I applied for college. When I was in college, she gave me the freedom to believe in what I really wanted to do, whether or not it was practical.
Last night, when I was really sick, she was there to watch over me. She would wake up once in a while just to check how my fever was going. Although I could really take care of myself if I wanted to, it was really nice knowing that there was someone who cared enough to see how I was doing. We have our arguments once in a while especially when my rebelliousness comes out, but in the end, we still find our strength in one another.
Being the youngest, I was always spoiled in my family. I was the little girl no one wanted to ever grow up. If they had the money, they never refused me anything I ever asked for. My family wasn't perfect, but I guess I was much better off than majority of the population.
I wasn't much trouble growing up because I wasn't a very sociable child. So I was at home most of the time. The only problem with me was that I was in the hospital almost every week until the age of 5. I had very weak lungs and I got almost every lung-related disease possible. It's something I still have to live with until now.
Then as with everyone else, I went to school, met new friends, had many misadventures, and eventually went to college. That was the most important time of my life because it was when I finally learned about the outside world and about guys. I was so naive before that because I was placed in an all-girls school from grade school to high school. After college, my childhood friends were so shocked with the changes that happened in my personality.
I left my parents' house just before graduation. I had a huge fight with my Dad because he freaked out when he saw that it was a guy who brought me back to our house one night. He accused me of being a bad daughter for going out with a guy. Of course, I got so mad that I threw my last college grades at him (I got my highest grades ever during the last semester.), packed all I owned in a sports bag and left the next morning. I never returned to the house ever again except to visit him on weekends. Our fight was compounded by the fact that I found out he had never forgiven me for taking up Judo as a sport. For almost 2 years, we were barely on speaking terms. It was only when my mother got seriously ill that we started talking again.
My mother is the exact opposite of my father. She's really cool and she never really got mad at me except when I lost the ring she bought me. She knew how to handle my personality and could get me to do what she wanted without me raising much of a fuss. She knew when to push and when to just let me be. Most of all, it was my mother who taught me the value of being my own person and not depending on another guy for my happiness. She didn't make the best decisions herself, but at least she made sure, that none of her daughters would ever make the same mistakes she did. She died on June 12, 2003. We were both at peace with each other at that time. Although, there are days when I still miss her. Even when she couldn't talk anymore, I would just give her a hug and it said volumes already about our relationship.
My sister is probably the most influential person in my life. Where our parents failed in being parents, we learned to fill in the gaps by ourselves. When I was a child, she was there to supervise my education. She taught me how to read and write. She was guide in telling me what were good books and not. She tried to make me write poetry, but even then we already knew I didn't have that gift. She always pushed me to go beyond what the school was teaching me and develop my own sensibilities. I owe it to her why I passed the best schools when I applied for college. When I was in college, she gave me the freedom to believe in what I really wanted to do, whether or not it was practical.
Last night, when I was really sick, she was there to watch over me. She would wake up once in a while just to check how my fever was going. Although I could really take care of myself if I wanted to, it was really nice knowing that there was someone who cared enough to see how I was doing. We have our arguments once in a while especially when my rebelliousness comes out, but in the end, we still find our strength in one another.
posted by wilgefortis @ 4:35 PM
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