Frustrations Unlimited

I am at a loss.

I wonder whatever made things the way they are now. I mean, wherever did they go wrong. These days, I find my parents are just that – frustrated. A lot of things are not adding up. Well, I am not trying to act all righteous here, cause I know I have had my share of things I have done that I am not proud of, but I do think I have learned from those, and I can honestly say I have grown as a person after those events.

With the case of my siblings, I do think that my siblings have grown up having the better things in life. As our parents would say lightheartedly, “Perhaps we have over-loved them..” But it was always not the case. While we were groing up, we always had our share of household chores on a daily basis. Small as it is, I am seeing the effect of letting children have their share of the chores in the house. Somewhere along the way, this was lost on us. Like right now, my brothers behave in such a way as if they are always expecting someone else to clean up after them every time. I mean, they are already grown up, but still…tsk tsk..

And whenever their attention is called up, I would always find them rolling their eyeballs (or reactions to that effect), as if they have done nothing wrong, and it was our parents’ fault and that they were being unreasonable for calling their attention, or that they were having another bout of “high blood pressure”.

And then I thought, perhaps if they were able to experience the harsh reality of having to live their lives on their own, out there in the real world, I bet they would come to realize how blessed they are for having the family that they have, and the relative comfort that they possess. Alas, this still was not the case. They have gone to work in Manila. I would have thought that they would somehow come to value simple matters. Simple matters like having someone to cook for them, having a car you can use to drive around, and having the relaxed atmosphere of the province. Still, when they returned home, the same complacent attitude.

I guess I couldn’t blame my dad for raising hell earlier today when he found them with the air conditioning on, with the electric fans on, and the french windows open.

I wonder…what would it take for them to grow up..to really grow up…