Now, hold on, before you start drawing conclusions, I am not blogging about an entire generation in general. Personally, I don’t believe any generation is better than another because each one is messed up in one way or another, but that’s for another time.
What I am talking about is particularly me and my parents. Very specifically, the difference between their lives and what they’ve done with them so far and mine. And I’m blogging about this in hopes the reader can relate. So, a bit of a trigger warning. I’m not gonna get too specific but I wanna put in the warning just in case the following situation brings back something for the reader. If you don’t wish to continue reading, that is completely okay, my feelings aren’t hurt.
With that being said, if you’re still reading then buckle up because this is going to be quite a ride.
So, why did I give this blog a title that should be given to a broader topic? Not so simply put, I know that so far, I have become a better person than my parents and sorry if it sounds arrogant, but it’s the sad truth. And it’s halfway because I wanted that for myself and that I was pressured to be so by others.
I chose this photo to put in here because this is what I visualize when I think of reaching certain expectations: climbing mountains, however tall they may be.
It’s sad to think that I’d want to make sure I am not my parents. I say that because when you’re a little kid, what tends to be a big wish aside from being famous or going to space? You hope to be just like Mommy or Daddy, right? Well, unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for me. I did not want to be like either one of my parents.
Why not? I mean no parent is perfect, but what was so bad about mine in particular? Well, for starters, neither one of them could have a decent career, at least not for long. My dad was a high school dropout and the only college education he received was when he was required to take a college course for the Army in which he served for a year and a half. My mother did finish high school but never went to college.
Throughout my life, it has been drilled in my head that I needed to get all the good grades and that I was gonna go to college to have a good career, because my parents didn’t have that. I know that is completely normal for parents to want that for their kids and, God forbid, any parent wouldn’t, but it was for the wrong reasons in my case. On top of that, a lot of other family issues were happening. Like I said, not going into too much detail.
Luckily, I got away from those issues and have been overall okay ever since. Over the last few years, I have learned more about my parents than I thought I would have. They both had strengths that would’ve led to more than stable careers, but because of the choices they made and they didn’t have many people to support them, they didn’t get the chance at that.
Through the past few years, me becoming better and having a better life than my parents became less of something that was decided for me and more of what I really want for myself. And I promise it’s not to spite them, I just don’t want to end up like my parents did and show them that even though they didn’t do it in the best way, they taught me a lot of what I know now, like be careful of the choices you make and learn from the mistakes of others around you as well as your own.
I am very glad to not only have the strengths and talents that would help get me far in life but that I also have good people to support me and help me in whatever need comes up.
Anyways, that is pretty much it for this post, I hope you enjoyed it. See you next week:)
I loved reading this and hearing about you it was very interesting
i totally can relate to some of the things you’re saying here. it’s so hard having that weight on you, especially when you know it’s not for your own benefit. i’m glad you’re doing better and i hope it stays that way<3
I think this is incredibly relatable, and I remember wanting to be better than my parents and I still do