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THERE is arguably no greater love than a parent for their child. They will go to extreme lengths to protect and love that child – well in most cases anyway.
I’m not talking about those who may suffer some mental affliction or addicts who beat the crap out of them for no justifiable reason or sexually molest them.
No, I’m talking about those who will even go as far as laying down their lives for their children.
I know of some parents who even when their children are technically not children anymore still take care of them.
But then again you get the spongers who take advantage of this love. I was watching an episode of House Hunters International where this “young man” – I’m guesstimating he must have been in his 30s – trekked halfway across the world with his mother. And, every place they looked at was “not good enough” for him. He was more interested in his – and his dog’s – needs.
The way the programme was portrayed was that his mother – a single mother – had supported him throughout his life and would continue to do so. Which is fine and I totally salute her for that.
But, I just felt like punching the screen and telling him to get off his lazy butt, get a job and support yourself and your mother when she no longer can.
In short, get a life, bro!
I suppose the mother falls into the category of those who will always care no matter what.
A parent never stops being a parent no matter how old your children or you get.
Then you have the opposite end of the spectrum – parents who think they can buy their children’s love. The kid wants the latest gadget or cellphone and to show what a great parent you are, you buy it for them.
Just a quick word of advice here you’re turning them into the House Hunters International guy.
I remember when I was in high school and I was going to be playing in an important hockey match. Weeks before the game I begged my mother for hockey togs as I was one of a few in the team that played in hand-me-down takkies. I kept getting the standard answer from her, “We need other things that are more important and we can’t afford them.”
Even though it was hard, I accepted it, but continued to live in hope.
Then one Saturday she told me to come with her town – a chore we all hated. But, be that as it may, I went with.
Now, I don’t know how many of you still remember Ebbies in Transvaal Road? Well that was one of the stops we made. And, lo and behold they were having a sale on. Not on hockey togs I might add, but rugby togs.
So that morning I got my togs – I still remember they were green and black. The fact that I had togs was more important to me than what kind they were and the fact that they were two sizes too big for me.
Thinking back now, years after that, I now realise and appreciate the love my parents had for me.
But what got me thinking about all of this is that last week two parents lost their children after they committed suicide. No parent has to go through that trauma and my thoughts and prayers are with them.
And, I’m pretty convinced that if they knew what their children were going through emotionally, they would have gone to great lengths to prevent this tragedy as their is no greater love than that.