Monday, May 22, 2006
my veeerrryyy loving mother
Accept and forgive
I therefore conclude that my mother loves throwing objects to see them flying.
I’m just not sure whether to hate her or love her for that because I am often her target.
But since acceptance is the key for a happy life I just accept the picture frames, figurines, dishes, remote control and other displays thrown to me. And of course, accept my mother though it hurts. Isn’t it, love till it no longer hurts? How I wish, my fresh wounds no longer hurt!
And remember, the more our parents hurt us, the more they love us (really?!). Hope that my mother loves me less.
-_-
I therefore conclude that my mother loves throwing objects to see them flying.
I’m just not sure whether to hate her or love her for that because I am often her target.
But since acceptance is the key for a happy life I just accept the picture frames, figurines, dishes, remote control and other displays thrown to me. And of course, accept my mother though it hurts. Isn’t it, love till it no longer hurts? How I wish, my fresh wounds no longer hurt!
And remember, the more our parents hurt us, the more they love us (really?!). Hope that my mother loves me less.
-_-
// posted by zhan @ 4:08 PM 
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