I myself am a parent of a six-year-old boy, I know how difficult it is to raise a child, how much effort and money it takes, but I really wanted a child myself and I know that it is my responsibility from beginning to end. When my son is older and, phew, phew, stands on his feet and provides for himself, I will be very happy about it, but I will not demand that he take care of me or his mother. If we are old enough to live separately and have a child, then we will remain like that until our old age.
My parents are different. They’re the kind of people who have had four children and are proving to each and every one of them that they should. I am no exception. My mom and dad constantly remind me that they paid for my college education, that they were the only reason I grew up as a human being, and so on. I wouldn’t say that they take on too much, because they did raise me. But at the same time I don’t think that now I have to pay them back every penny, or give up everything, including my family, to babysit my mother when she is bored. After all, I am her child, that is why she gave birth to me.
I am not satisfied with this, as well as with the “glass of water in my old age” that needs to be brought to me. We were raised, let out of the nest, so to speak, and now we have our own lives. Communication with our parents should by no means cease, but it should also not be out of hand, positioned as an obligation.
