The Most Precious!

Parents are undoubtedly the most precious gift to us. They are always ready to sacrifice all their happiness for us, and they do. But unfortunately, we fail to realize their value in their life time. It is a well said saying that we realize the value of something, only after we lose it. And similarly, by the time we realize the value of our parents, they are long gone. By the time we realize that they were right, our own kids are ready to prove us wrong.

So hereby, I’m going to tell you a story that made me respect my parents’ presence in my life more. I hope it does the same to you.

So there was a child named Matt, who lived with his parents in a small town in a small house. It was summer, and everyone was happy and enjoying. One fine day, Matt went to the village fair with his parents. As they moved around the fair, there were stalls of various toys, games, snacks, sweets etc. Matt, being a kid would ask his mother to buy him everything they saw. As they walked by those stalls, Matt would keep yelling, “Mommy Ice cream!”, “Dad Balloons!” But they kept refusing him and tried to make him understand that it was a waste of money. But he won’t understand, and started crying. After a little walking they passed by a Giant wheel, Matt started shouting, “Hey mommy, please let me ride it, please!” he looked around for his Mom, but she was nowhere to be found, nor did his dad. He started running around shouting, “Mommy! Daddy!”

As he ran around, an old man found him crying. He asked him what the matter was. Matt told him he lost his parents and kept crying. The old man tried to console him with sweets, snacks, balloons etc. but he didn’t accept any and kept saying, “I want Mommy! I want Daddy!” The old man even offered him a ride on the Giant wheel, but it had no effects on him, he just kept crying. In that very moment, this kid fancied nothing but his mother’s lap, and his father’s arms. All that he wanted, the sweets, the balloons, the snacks, the giant wheel ride, all of it seemed useless to him, when he lost his parents. After an hour or so, the old man was successful in finding his parents and reuniting them.

Every time I read this story it makes me rethink, what am I doing. Did I ever do justice to my parents’ sacrifices? Did I ever appreciate their presence in my life? Will I ever be able to pay them back even a fraction of what they did for me?