Mom’s magic- The ultimate place for strength and happiness

When I was a kid, my mother made some unseen boundaries for me. I had to take permission before going out; I had to eat nutritiously; I had to sleep before 10 pm, no chatting after 9 pm, and much more. I used to hate those rules like any other child.

As soon as I started growing up, I started breaking them. When I broke the very first rule, I was afraid but when I broke the second one I was not! When I broke the third rule, I was happy, and for fourth, I felt free and independent. After all, I was in the hostel, and my parents could not restrict me anymore.

I was on the sky-ninth. I had no boundaries; no worries; no more asking for permission. I enjoyed it for a year. Partying often, eating junks, misbehaving, and showing off became my everyday habit. I started losing people. Those who once loved me unconditionally started criticizing my personality. My ambitions were going to bins, and my hard work flew away somewhere else. Though this didn’t bother me much in starting, gradually I started hating myself for the same. Soon I was stepping towards doors of depression. What I received from that messy life was nothing but tears, loneliness, heartbreak, and so many of the sleepless nights. I became a teenager who unlocked independence on the cost of locking safety and happiness. I was alone, tired, wanting to be loved and cared.

I realized what I got after partying late was dark circles. The outcome of the relationship was heartbreak, being rude made me alone, and my poor marks mocked me for not studying properly. When I started getting these unwanted results, I started wanting mum more and more to console me and tell me it’s going to be alright. But how could she? I didn’t tell her anything. Once I said mom is far away to restrict me, later I felt why is she so far that I can’t hug her and cry?

Many times I tried confessing to her, but why can’t I speak my heart to her. Maybe because she is busy with the kitchen, office, papa, and my siblings or I know I did wrong. Or maybe, because I feel guilty of ignoring her pieces of advice every time.

Now, after all the sweet and sour experiences, I felt like going back to her boundaries to get relaxed and happy. I felt like telling her everything and say ‘I am sorry’ you were always right!

One evening, I gathered all of my strengths and called my mom; I told her everything that she deserved to know much earlier and guess what she said? She said,“ It’s going to be fine; I still love you” I cried as much as I wanted to and started fresh.

They loved me, they still love me.

There is a famous dialogue from the Kota factory, “your parent’s decision may be right or wrong but their intentions can never be wrong".Well, that is true in every sense, I can feel it now!

So people, what is your teenage experience? Did you hate parent’s boundaries in childhood? What do you think now? Tell me in your story in the comment section.