Talking to my own family is hard for me at times.
Especially when it’s a couple of them together talking in the way that they are used to talking to each other; most things covered in a thin vale of negativity.
Sometimes they scare me with their preconceptions and lack of compassion and knowledge about other countries, other cultures, other communities on our earth. At those times I need to remind myself how privileged I am to have seen so much of the world already. Their vision of the world is different, because it’s what they see in the media. Most of their preconceptions originate from the news that enters their living room every day at six o’ clock. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but news is rarely positive.
Their goals for this life are different than mine and originate from different backgrounds. They come from a time were the highest good was to strive for safety and comfort. Because of this not everyone in my family understands my desire for adventure and the unknown. At times I feel misunderstood because of this, even though I’m surrounded by the people who are dearest to me.
But when my mom and I are alone she is softer and lets me feel her unconditional love and acceptance of our differences. During those scarce moments I feel understood. When she told me today that I’d always been looking for new experiences, new things and have certain restlessness in me, I felt seen and loved. I couldn’t have gotten a better gift from her. I am grateful that she is in my life and put me on this world, so I can search for answers to my own questions, in time..
Who are you grateful for today and why?
Photo by: Sergio Rola
Text by: Bo Merkx