Question
Relating to Parents
As I look back at my relationship with my parents, I realize that we have gone through an interesting cycle together. When I was a kid, my parents were everything to me—the smartest, most interesting, most loving people in the world. But when I turned 13, there was a drastic change—I suddenly developed a very (1) view of them. I thought they were unreasonably strict. While I loved everything new in music, hairstyles, and clothes, they seemed boringly (2), wanting everything to remain the same. Our conversations, which used to be so deep and satisfying, became (3) chats. I felt as if I had nothing to say to them anymore. If we (4) a conversation for any length of time, I quickly lost patience with what I considered their silly, old-fashioned ideas. To my friends, I often (5) them as hopelessly out of touch with the modern world.
But now, as I’m making the (6) from my teen years to adulthood, I’ve had to (7) that I was wrong. My parents are the same patient, loving, wise people they always were. I see that I used them as (8)s for my own uncertainties and for problems I had caused myself. I assumed they had their own agenda and would not listen to opinions different from their own. Now I know that I can (9) my plans and dreams to them, and they will listen with respect. I hope I will never again let my own interests (10) me from recognizing my parents’ genuine love and concern for me.