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Do you think that when you grow up your parents will feel you did better than they hoped you would or not as well?
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Easy enought NO! I haven't gotten a second of a notion that they approve of me or my life since they moved in across the street!
I may have to leave the area.
Let's see when I grow up ..... Well I think I'm screwed on the first part of the question, because I never have any intention of growing up. But I do know that both of my parents are proud of my accomplishments and more importantly who I have become. In fact it is one of the lasting memories of my mother that even as she was dying of cancer she took great pride and comfort in who her children had become in life and she was very happy that I had found someone to share my life with. She adored my wife. I do too.
I do think they approve of my profession. They are proud that I'm a teacher and somewhat successful. They put great store in external validations such as Who's Who, so now that I have several of those under my belt, they feel confident in telling all their friends and relatives about that--especially on my father's side.
Do they feel I'm successful as a person? Do they approve? Not so much. They approved of my life when I was married the second time. Other than that, no. Right now? No. Do they think I make good decisions? No. Do they think I'm a good parent? No.
Therapy helps a lot to handle all that nonsense. I had a good childhood, but we all deal with disfunction, and the good thing about my childhood is that it's over.
What counts for me is that I try to be the best person, parent, teacher, citizen possible. I try to contribute. I try to give. My validation has to come from me. I give up trying to please anyone else.
Absolutely - they thought that I was such an underachiever that they talked to me about living on a commmune. Now how is that for parents!
All my parents ever wanted for me was that I be happy & healthy - that and rich, powerful, famous, and married to a ravishing beauty.
Both of my parents lived to meet the ravishing beauty I married, and my mother was at the wedding, so I got that part right. I am happy & healthy, so that part is OK.
As for rich & famous - I am rich in the friends i have, and famously in love with my wife - so I got it all right.
Way to go, Mom & Dad - you raised 4 sons and none of them are in prison, addicted to drugs, or otherwise addled, and all of us are gainfully employed. Can't asl for much more than that.
Oh, my parents always knew I would do better than they hoped because I have higher expectations from myself then I can achieve. As a matter of fact, I hear from people all the time how much father brags about me, even though he has not a clue on what I do for a living. He knows computers are involved and that I'm a CPA, so he tends to OVER embellish and say that I just run Acme.
I also think they are very proud of my life overall. My mother just adores PEF and bends over backwards to accommodate his food needs. Before PEF, the holiday meal question would be "Baby (me), what would you like to have to eat?" Now it's "Baby, what should I cook for PEF?" (but I’m not bitter about this…)
And, I also want to note, that I'm quite proud of my parents. I don't think we look at our parent’s success while we are growing up, but looking back, my mother has not had to work for 40 years. They did very well on a mechanics income and still put me through 4 years of college. God bless 'em.
WHEN I GROW UP????????????????????
I'M 80 AND 273# AND BOTH PARENTS
HAVE LONG SINCE PAST FROM THE SCENE. I'M GROWED UP.
CAN'T RECALL EITHER PARENT CORRECTING OR ADVISING. WE JUST GREW UP AND
LIKE SOMEONE ELSE TODAY NONE WENT TO JAIL OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. EXCITING CLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Interesting question.......
On hubby's side I know his parents were proud and happy to see the success that their sons achieved.
Having been raised themselves in working class families with little chance of further education and having their very early twenties marred by World War 2....their proudest achievement was raising 3 amazing sons who are all happily married with families. Each son them ventured further in their chosen careers than their parents ever dreamed.
When they were alive they told "the boys" constantly how proud they were.
My own Father died when I was too young to have made my own personal mark on the world, apart from the fact I had 3 beautiful babies that he loved dearly.
My Mother?.......well quite frankly, she doesn't give a damn!!
Oh and she thought I should marry a Doctor not a working man!
Its all about her...LOL!((but I'm not bitter...much!))
In some ways better and in some ways not as well.
Marriage wise I've totally blown it. I'm sure my mom hoped that I would be a good and proper wife and that was her hope for me.
Career wise, I would have done extremely well, if I had not chosen to remain here after my husband's death. As it is, I've done ok, until this last fiasco.
I think I've redeemed myself in both of their eyes however, by standing up for myself and showing what I'm made of latey, by refusing to back down and standing up for what I believe in, and telling the truth, even though it cost me my job.
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