At 42, I Still Want To Make My Parents Proud

As a kid I thought once we became grown ups, we no longer needed our parents. That at some point, we were on our own. Could do what we wanted without a care of how they felt about it.

Presently, I know this isn’t true. After my fathers passing the realization of no replacement hit hard. I wouldn’t get another father. Meaning a lifetime void.

To cope and still feel connected, I felt the need to continue to be the daughter he could be proud of. With the morals, values, and principles he and my mom instilled me, as a part of the legacy — I needed to continue on at my best.

From the third day of this new year, at least six people I know personally or indirectly, have lost their mothers. While I’m blessed to still have mine, in my forties I feel a penchant to still make her proud. Make her and my dad proud.

It keeps me grounded. A constant reminder that everything isn’t just about me. There is always more I could do. Be of better service to others. Including my sons who I myself am the proud mother of.

For those of you who have lost one or both parents. You can still make them proud. All is not lost. We can do it and should.

Maybe it’ll make the void feel a little less cold.

Thank you for reading.

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