'Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may go well with you in the land that the LORD your God is giving you.'" Deuteronomy 5: 16
I am a daughter. It doesn’t matter the age, I will always be. There are things from my childhood
that I will never forget. Memories that remain in my mind like letters printed on paper which will never be forgotten. Memories of moments lived with my mom, my dad... Unique and different things that I passed with each of them. Memories that live beyond real time. I remember good and not-so-good things. Like a day my mom stayed in the hospital when she had to be operated on. “Poor Mom” I thought and then I was in the mood for crying. Like a day when my dad, not on purpose, slammed my finger in the car door. I cried but I remember my father came to me more frightened than I was. There are special memories I carry in my heart. My dad put me on his lap gave me a kiss on my face and asked me kindly: “Whose hunny is this ?” So, I felt ashamed and answered :” I belong to Jesus, dad and mom.”
Whenever I remember this I get emotional because during those moments – which lasted a few minutes – my father was only mine. He focused his attention on me. I didn’t have to share him with my sisters and my brother. It was my precious moment with my father. That question he asked especially for me. It was the question I myself gave him. Oh! What a good memory!
There is something I can’t remember.I don’t know when it happened. When was the last time my father put me on his lap? I don’t know. When was the last time he asked me: “Whose hunny is this?” I don’t know. What about me ? When was the last time I answered this question ? Was I seven, eight,nine years old ? I don’t know. I can’t remember....
It is said that things change as time goes by. I don’t believe that. I think people change, not things.
We are always changing. Then, our way of seeing or living life also changes.Nowadays I am required to have more reponsabilities than to be stroked by being dad’s hunny.In my opinion this situation happens because of dads and moms. They try to enjoy their children during childhood.
As they say: “It is a wonderful phase”, “ It will never come back again.” Why don’t they enjoy the other phases of their children ? When the daughter becomes a teenager. When beards start growing on their sons. When the first pimples appear. The first crises. When their children don’t know what they want to be. When their children get married and leave home. When their children buy their own houses, own cars and own fridges. When their children have their own children. When the first white hairs appear on their sons’ head and when their daughters start their change of life.
Finally, parents should enjoy all of their children’s phases. Their children’s childhood, their children’s adolescence and their children’s adulthood.The beginning of their children’s old age – for those blessed by Him to see it. Because in all phases of their children they will remain their children. I miss my dad especially when he arrived home ,gave me a kiss and told me I was
sweet-smelling.When was the last time it happened? Why did my dad forget to treat me as his hunny and started treating me as his daughter only ? Sure! It’s obvious ! I know why !
It must be because people change. It must be because I’ve changed. I’ve changed and stopped treating him like my superdad and I ‘ve started treating him like my dad only. It must be because he is required to have more responsabilities than to be stroked by being a superdad. It must be because I didn’t want to be on his lap when I started growing up. It must be because I wanted it – maybe I must have required it – that he treated me equally : an adult woman, when in fact I had just stopped wearing my diapers. It must be because I don’t run to meet and kiss his face when he arrives home anymore. I just take a look to see who arrived and I say( when I say) :”Hi, dad!”
Perhaps today when my father arrived home I would hold him in my arms , stroke him and I would start seeing him as a superdad again. Perhaps he would see me as his hunny again and maybe I would sit on his lap , he’d give me a kiss and maybe he’d ask me: “Whose hunny is this?”
And I would still feel ashamed to answer: “ I belong to Jesus, dad and mom.”
We change the way we treat our parents because we’ve been changing. We are in constant transformation. If it is neccessary changes in our lives, they must improve our way of living!
Is there still time to hug mom and dad ?
Carla Murialdo ( Version )
Fonte/Autor: Site/Author :www.profetasdebermuda.com /Adelita Siqueira Junior – Brazil (God’s servant ) [06/01/2010] |
