Letter to my mom 4

Just another thought..

I guess growing up makes you realise these things a hell lot...

I don't know since when but I guess I am getting mature enough to know how my parents feel...if they are sad worried it gets through me...and I am also feeling a bit proud for attaining that maturity level that they have started to share their emotions with me..it feels nice and responsible to be there for them as their daughter as their child..being the younger one I have been pampered a lot and I still get the love maybe a lot lot and a lot...

But it is beautiful how I am feeling more confident after sharing my insecurities and doubts with my parents..as this moment I don't think if friends are providing me that comfort as much as my parents as everyone else says...

They are supportive and it is miraculous how they analyse the problem listen to it and give the best advice..they may not tell this to me directly but yeah being a part of their flesh I can interpret the meaning...and also lukcy me..i am not at all pressurized to follow it..they have always given me the freedom to choose and take my own decisions...now that I have to make certain choices in life i feel brave and confident to make one and to stand through it..now I know ehh mh mom always focused on decision making telling us in childhood that decide it for yourself...how she emphasized on the art to be decisive..to step out of confusion and bewildering behaviour..and also I am thankful to my parents for always making me feel secure...I have never felt insecure about myself ever..maybe sometimes I might start feeling so but then they are there to wind up this feeling..

Growing up is indeed strange and beautiful ❤️