Just because a night of hanky-panky a child graced the earth doesn’t mean you own them. Just because you raised the child you get to enforce your image of perfection upon them. Just because you sacrificed for their sake doesn’t mean they owe you anything in return.
However, in naming us you got attached. In raising us you claimed ownership. In educating us you shaped us…you did everything in your power to have a perfect child. However, we are who we are despite your expectations.
You see, children can bullshit their parents as much as parents bullshit the child…
You can’t make someone be something they are not. You can’t enforce your values or points of view on us…Yes, we might pretend and play along to get you off our backs or just to avoid a fight.
You spend your time focusing on the mundane like what courses to take or what career paths we should pursue while disregarding a simple truth; all we want is love. To be loved, accepted and respected for who we are -especially by our parents.
Our technicolored souls don’t always have to fit within the boarders of the canvas you made, we can color ourselves, draw our own images and color outside the lines are much as we want to.
We are unique and not a 2.0 version of you.