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I Didn't Have A Lot As A Child, But My Parents Did Their Best To Keep Me Happy

I Didn't Have A Lot As A Child, But My Parents Did Their Best To Keep Me Happy

I was never happy about what I had as a child, but now I know they did everything they could to fulfill my wishes.

"Sometimes you never know the value of something until it becomes a memory" is one of my favorite quotes. As a child, my parents and I did not see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. Growing up, there was a lot I wanted, but my parents weren't able to keep up with my demands. Now, looking back, I know I was an ungrateful little snob who was never happy with what I had. My mom and dad always worked hard and did their best to keep me satisfied, but you know what? This peer pressure can be really stifling. When I went to school wearing a new pair of shoes, invariably a classmate would have a better one that they'd flaunt around. 



 

 

I still remember, every other day, there used to be a new trend and the rich kids in my class always had it. I mean, it happened everywhere; our class was divided into groups based on our social status. The rich kids flocked together, and back then I wanted nothing more than to be a part of that gang. I wanted to be cool and sought after. I wanted the boys in my class to have a crush on me, I wanted to be like Blair Waldorf and have a friend like Serena Van Der Woodsen. Honestly, I hated the fact that my parents wouldn't fall for my whims and fancies. Even though they always made sure I had enough of everything, I wanted more. 



 

 

I wanted things that were expensive, and whenever my parents said no, I felt like they were doing this to make me feel left out from the rest of my class. I thought they were doing this on purpose because they did not want me to have a good life. I was ashamed of my parents because we did not have a fancy car like the most popular girl in school. Most of my clothes weren't branded and I was ashamed of myself for some reason. I so badly wanted to fit in and my parents weren't doing anything to help me out. To be honest, I hated school. I wanted to teach my parents a lesson and the only way to do that was to slack off in school. 



 

 

My grades were bad, even though I knew I could do so much better. My parents were always disappointed when they saw my grades and it made me happy to see them upset. Eventually, we had to move to a new place because of my dad's job. There, I met people like me, who weren't quite so well-off, and slowly I realized what brand you wear to school is the last thing that matters. I learned that these things are trivial and don't really make a difference to your capabilities. I figured out that I'd been nothing but a big pain in the rear end to my parents for the last four years and I was more than eager to make it up for them.



 

 

I worked so hard that I got amazing grades and was more than happy to see my parents' frowns turn into smiles. With time, I managed to do quite well in life, if I may say so myself, and now I have a decent job that pays well, and I finally get to buy all the things I wanted to buy when I was a little girl. You know, with time, I realized that they were doing their best to keep me happy. I feel horrible about the fact that I never appreciated them or thanked them for the things they've provided me with. I know I was materialistic and when I see how my life turned out to be in the end, I wish I could go back and tell myself that it doesn't matter what I wear or own, it's all about what's on the inside that matter. 



 

 

It might be too late, but I make sure I thank my parents for everything they've done for me so far. They've gone years without doing what they wanted to because of me. They spent every last penny on me, to keep me happy, but I realize just how ungrateful I was. If it were me in their shoes, it would have left me heartbroken. But despite everything I put them through, they love me with all their heart. Just how lucky am I? Like I said, sometimes you never really know the value of something until it becomes a memory. Despite the fact that I hated my childhood, I think I am who I am because of that. Life's funny that way, isn't it?



 

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