There is no greater blessing than having parents who love and care for you.
Being told the truth — that you can do anything you set your mind to, and that it’s okay and valuable to be you — is one of the greatest and highest goods we can have.
Most of us have not enjoyed this blessing.
Most of our parents have faced the blunt harshness of life, and have been subject to the thought of their generation. We’ve been shielded from the fullest extent of the psychological battles our parents have endured. None of us chose to be enlisted by them either. There is no way for us to have seen the things they have seen, to understand all of the ways they have been shaped into who they have become.
I’ve certainly had to heal from the way I’ve been treated. My dad and mom have had their fair share of ongoing battles, from being afflicted by mental illness, to navigating the grueling chaos of immigrating in pursuit of the American dream, and my siblings and I, while given so much, most definitely got…
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