Love and Bravery.....

My parents do everything they can to make us happy, including taking us out for diner, repair our flat at regular intervals (”Dad, what does this noise mean?”) and ask to cook my favourite food. In short I am an adored daughter.In few days my younger one will be one for them.She going back for good :( leaving me alone.

But as well as taking on practical tasks, they take on my worries and pains. They wince every time I wince with my back. They worry more than me about my career, lack of husband and so on.Sometime say so much,m pissed and sometimes dont say a word that annoys me too :D

And it got me to thinking - being a parent(wish i was), as well as being inordinately hard work, is also extremely brave. I am a bit of a commitment probe, partly through fear of losing someone close to me. Ignoring the good men and falling for the bad boys who’ll never really get close to me is a sort of insurance policy against pain.

But with parenting, you can’t take out an insurance policy. Parents feel our pain forever. And want to protect us. Even trying for a child, when you might lose it, strikes me as pretty damn brave.

So I am going to try to copy their example and be braver. Not to think about the consequences as much. Not to dismiss suitable people just because it might not work out and I might get my heart broken.