dekolor

There is no such thing as perfect parents. They can be bossy, nagging, childish, or even difficult at times, just like their children. Both parents and children are growing and learning. As the first child, I am fully aware of the things my parents forgot to teach themselves while raising me. I am writing this for my future daughter; I will teach her these important lessons.

I will teach her that she is not just my daughter; she is also an individual with rights. No one has the right to abuse her—not even her father or mother. She is a human being first, and then my daughter. That is respect.

I will teach her that being a parent is not an excuse for not saying sorry when I am wrong. In return, she should acknowledge her mistakes and apologize as well. That is forgiveness.

I will teach her to love everyone, including herself. She can freely love anyone—whether a guy or a girl—but I will help her understand that loving others does not mean neglecting self-love. She should know the difference between true love and toxic love. That is love.

I will teach her to tell me everything that upsets her, and I will share with her what upsets me, little by little. I will not let her remain unaware of what I am going through, so she feels comfortable sharing her feelings too. That is honesty.

I will teach her that crying in front of her parents is better than sobbing alone in her room. I will be there for her when she needs support. That is openness.

I will teach her that parents are human too—that it’s okay for parents to cry, and it’s not a sign of weakness. Parents make mistakes, but that doesn’t make them bad. That is vulnerability.

I will teach her that respect should be given to everyone, regardless of race, color, or status. However, I will also teach her that respecting others doesn’t mean being a pushover.

At 6AM:

Sometimes I hate the rays of the sun

It makes my heart beats faster than it was

Blinding light makes me remember of the past

And my heart beats heavier than it was

At 8am:

While doing things that everyone wants

I can hear the clock.. ticks and tacks..

“It will get better as days past”

No. It won’t. It gets louder. Thunder like cracks.

At 10am:

When you have something that is falling

It is slipping off your grip

When you have a heart that feels like a burden

It is making you question your existence

At 12pm:

Sometimes I want to go to a land

Where no one give a damn thing about who I am

It makes me cringe when someone know my name

Their definition comes after that noun

At 2pm:

While doing things that everyone wants

Their words are burning.. flicks and flacks..

"It will get better as days past”

I’m a fool. It gets louder. Thunder like cracks.

At 5pm:

When you have something that is falling

It is slipping off your grip

When you have a heart that feels like a burden

It is making you question your existence

At 7pm:

When you have a life, you should use it

You are expected to walk and shine

Even if you have a heart that pumps burden