During my childhood, I grew up on a boarding school. I was away from home and my friends, and most importantly, away from my family. There I made many new friends and enjoyed my everyday life.
But one day, I got very sick. My mother was worried that as soon as she got the news, she came to take me home. My parents spent their whole night taking care of me, forgetting their sleep even though they were so tired. Thanks to their love and care, I was able to go back to school just in three days. I was so much into my new life in the boarding school that I only wanted to go back to school quickly. My parents wanted me to stay for a few more days so that I would be cured completely, but I did not even care for their feelings but insisted on going back.
Although they were heartbroken, they took me back to school. My mother was worried to leave me alone, so she asked me again and again if I was okay or not and if I wanted to go back home or not. It was my first time that I saw my mother was sad and worried that much. But I refused to go back home. I was foolishly blinded that I couldn’t understand her feelings.
Days passed by, and the boarding school decided to have a family day once a month. It was the only day my parents and I could see each other. My mother visited me every month since my father had to go to work. Whenever she came, she brought many things. I used to get irritated and be ashamed of her, instead of being thankful.
I told her she brought more than I needed, and used to yell at her out of frustration every time. I could not understand the hidden efforts of my mother who chose all those things by thinking carefully about what I would need. I didn’t understand the love of my father who worked hard so that he could provide all those things necessary for the health and happiness of his child.
One day, all of a sudden, after many years passed, all these things started to look different. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was ashamed and sorry to my parents that I did not understand their love and sacrifice just because of my own pleasure.
Now, I see my Heavenly Parents through my physical parents. Just as my mother wanted to take me home and let me be by her side when I was sick, Heavenly Father and Mother are full of love that They even came to this world to take us back to eternal home. But I was blinded by the worldly pleasures that I couldn’t realize Their love who eagerly wait for us to come back. How heartbroken Father and Mother must have been, seeing Their children rejecting Them?
Just as my parents provided everything by being willing to do hard work, Heavenly Father and Mother give us many blessings for the wellness of our spirits. However, not understanding the will of God, I grumbled, “Why is it always me who has to do all these things and go through all these problems?”
I am so sorry to my Heavenly Father and Mother that I made Them suffer so much until now. From now on, I want to try my best at all circumstances to make my Heavenly Parents happy by obeying Them. And I will become mature and bring joy to Them by finding our lost brothers and sisters and bringing them back into Their arms quickly.