I don't think I was ever a particularly ungrateful child. Sure, I had my moments like most children do. But I like to think that I always appreciated my parents and what they did for us kids.
Nope. At least not nearly enough. Whenever I heard stories about how difficult I was as a baby (rarely sleeping, always crying), I just figured that's okay because that is what parents do - deal with fussy babies. Which I suppose is true, but that still doesn't make it just "part of the job." It's tough stuff.
And what about all the sacrifices? Sleep. Time. Money. A little bit of sanity. And sleep. You can't understand that until you live it. Which is what everyone says and no one believes until. they actually live it. I'm still not sure I fully understand it. Probably the sleep deprivation.
No, I was never ungrateful, but I certainly was not grateful enough to my parents. I'm not sure you ever can be. It's probably just one of those things that you pay forward.
So here is a special thanks to my parents, who never made it seem like a sacrifice. I'm sure I'll understand a little more each day how grateful I should have been, but at least I'll be paying it forward. Or paying for it. Or both.
My personal musings on a variety of topics.