Growing up, our parents are everything to most of us. Some of us even have this God-like loyalty towards them. Anything they say or do ends up being the Gospel truth for you. Till date, I find myself very unhealthily attached to their emotions as supposed to mine. Apparently when people would ask me what I would want to become when I grow old, my constant answer would be to point at my Mother and say I want to be like her. By profession or as a person, nobody knows. We all grow up absorbing their personalities and habits and wanting to be them, thinking we are on the right path.
Then, life happens. You have your own experiences and make your own mistakes. Somehow, you figure out that a lot of how you deal with life depends on your upbringing. Some of it you are grateful for and some of it you realize are unrecognized wounds. Wounds that were a product of, in most cases unintentional mistakes of your parents. With time you notice everything you’ve ever known about them or worshiped about them is a lie. It is an overwhelming feeling. And, it is quite hard to come to terms with.
           But then one day, you see them buying your favorite candy when you didn’t ask for or trying to find the perfect colored dress for your skin-tone, keeping your picture as a WhatsApp display picture (I still don’t get the joy they experience doing this!) and everything just seems alright. It feels like the wound is healing slowly but surely.
I think it’s important for us to forgive our parents for the mistakes we think they did. It’s important for us to embrace their flaws. They can and will hurt you. But, they also are a product of their own pains and sufferings. They had a whole different life before you and might have had to sacrifice so much for you. Like the saying goes, it is their first time doing life too and they’re doing the best they can. If not forgive, we should at least try and accept them for being faulty beings. And once you do that, it will be one of the most painful yet liberating truths of your life.