March 7, 2013
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I told you once I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I can only wish, and neither grew up in a high-class milieu. My family is a working class so everything comes from hard labor, I grew up with that set-up, and nothing is instantaneous. But despite life’s difficulties my parents assured a comfortable life for us –which means we have food in our table three times a day, we have a decent home, we have the appropriate clothing during summertime and during the cold months and last but not the least, my parents were able to send us to a university. The latter I consider the most essential of all, because of that opportunity I became what I am now.
In all honesty, I’m not close to my parents even if I was the only child for a long time. I remember my growing up years hiding secrets from them (even until now), other than my being dishonest on certain things I worked hard to please them. It’s not that I always bring home the bacon but I make sure I don’t fall short of their expectations. I bet you know how hard it is to do something you don’t really like but the thought of making them happy is enough for you to stay behind. I know I wasn’t the perfect daughter but I never gave up, I persistently make extra effort to be one.
Allow me to share last weekend’s reflection; I chanced this piece while spending time with the husband on Saturday night. I have known the parable long ago and in some way it always hits me. At times I feel resentful I can’t desist from putting side by side my spot in the family. I’m not the favored spawn and I have lived it that way. The parents may have said a million times that we got a fair share on everything but conform to reality it didn’t became obvious.
So how can you blame me if at times (or many times) I feel like on the same shoe of the “older son”. It troubled me yes but I never stopped from asking and praying for guidance. I don’t want hatred to eat me up and destroy me; I want a life free of resentment.
Now, have you ever wonder who you tend to be in this parable?