
My parents remind me of the Tongan people. They are very giving. If you express an appreciation for something they own, even with the simplest of words as, "I like that necklace," they will promptly give it to you, no questions asked. My parents are the same way. If I say, "I'm thinking I would like to buy a new mattress mine hurts my body." The next thing I know I return 18 months later and I have not only a new mattress, but a new box spring, and a memory foam pad to go on top of the beautiful expensive mattress. All of which are two big for my bed frame, so now I have to buy a new bed frame. But I don't have room because my room is too small. I love my parents dearly. They are so worried about me coming home and not liking it here. As I was sharing some experiences with her about my growth and understanding concerning dating I started to relate to her how a Brazilian friend had helped me with that. She immediately started telling me, "You are not moving to Brazil, if you do..." I cut her off before she could say any more. I told her there was no way I could live outside the country. I just couldn't. I continued to express other things I learned on my mission. About ten minutes later she said again out of no where, "Please don't move to Brazil." I was driving so I couldn't look at her for longer then a second but for that second I saw in her face and heard in the tone of her voice fear. The idea of me leaving again terrifies her. It breaks my heart. I don't know why really why it hurts me so to see her like this. She gives me these looks like I'm going to up a leave because things aren't going the way I want it to.
My mom has spent years overcoming this urge to find acceptance from her father. A man that is...not the greatest of people. Won't go into much more detail then that. But I think she has mostly released herself from that urge, but she might have placed on her kids now. Especially those who she is very close to. Meaning me and my brother Frenchie. I'm going to code name my family too ;) So that is my biggest worry right now. My mom is wonderful and wants nothing but the best for me and she tries so hard to make up for the things she lacks in. Hopefully over the next couple months she will calm down and realize that
I don't think my family is totally apostate and that I'm not going to up and leave the country any time soon. So anyway, back to my last two weeks. This other picture is to show what I have been doing with my time for the last two weeks. Organizing my room. When I came home I realized that even though I had gotten rid of a lot of my stuff from my mission I still had no place to put it in my room. Without my faithful Sister Planner around to keep me straight I've been at a lose for ideas on what to do with all my junk. So that's life for right now. Keeping busy and having fun.
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