my complaints of my parents

let's face it. doesn't matter what you do, kids will end up complaining when they grow up.

me, for example. at the beginning of my own marriage, i had a "major" complaint about my parents, "why didn't they ever fight? if they did, say, at least once, then at least the sky won't fall when i have an arguement with my husband!"

my mom gave birth to me, that's like when one said "hi, nice to meet you." at age 17, i said "good bye" and took off to university in a big city called shanghai. since then, i see them about once a year or every 3 years. all the time, at home and abroad, literally, my parents give me the kind of freedom, which i would say, is hard to find, east and west, past and present...

mind you, the freedom i have is by no means associated with negligence or indifference. they are the most loving and caring type, to me and my brother, and to each other. sometimes i wish i didn't have such a previlige. i wish they would inject more motivation in my soul. i wish they wouldn't have followed the "as long as you are happy... " format every time i consulted them in making a decision.

the good thing coming out of my complaints is that i am free from the worries that one day my own daughter would complain about me. when she does complain, i would be able to smile at her like my parents smile at me. they did their best and beyond; i believe i will too.