My mother grew up in a world much
different than the one she provided for me. Usually, parents instill in their
children the same qualities that were instilled into them as a child. However,
my mom grew up in a very strictly religious household, so religious that things
such as going to the movies, and wearing certain attire were things that would
send you straight to hell. My mother tells me that while living at home she
made two promises to herself; to move out as soon as she could and to let her
children have the freedom to be just that- children.
Through the 19 years of my life my mother
has always allowed me to go forward and make my own mistakes, sometimes giving
me more freedom than I needed. She acted this way in hope of keeping that
promise. I can only imagine how hard it was to raise me while being reasonable
parent and not wanting to allow me to sin. This situation placed my mother in a
role conflict. She struggled between choosing to be a good Christian women and
an understanding mother. While, in the end, I like to believe I grew up to be
an okay person, I know that I have done some things that my mother still
believes to be considered a sin.
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