The purest kind of love is found between parent and child.
Once upon a time, my father and mother were invincible in my eyes. As a child, to me, they knew everything and could answer whatever question I threw in their direction.
As I grew up they accepted me despite my faults, embraced me at my weakest and never gave up on encouraging me even after my many disappointments. They guide me each day and gave me a home. They try their best to provide for all the things that I need and all the things I selfishly want even though it means that they have to work really hard to the point of exhaustion.
Now that I’m older and can be considered in society as an adult I realise that my parents are now older too. I begin to see that slowly our roles are slowly interchanging. Once, I depended on my parents for everything and, now, they are also beginning to depend on me. The people I love so dearly who once seemed so invincible, I realised, were also just humans. The frailty of human beings saddens me. Sometimes I wish that time would stop so that my parents can escape the grip of old age and that I’ll be able to stay a child with them forever. I am aware that this is a very selfish thought but there will always be a piece of my heart that will long for this idealism that will never be attained.
The feelings shared between parent and child are beyond words could ever explain and all else will never compare.
It is the purest kind of love.
