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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As Parents To Our Parents</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They never teach you this at school; <br>they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmetic<br>in their own instructed ways; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but now, if anyone suggested it, there'd be howls<br>about the impertinence, the interference, <br>the rights, the dangers of this and that -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but all the same, they never teach you: <br>how to get on with your parents.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh there are books and books and books<br>telling your parents how to look after you, but hey! <br>there are two parties here! Mom and Dad<br>can ask their own parents (sometimes - because they<br>were in the same situation as you are now and so, <br>reckon they can do a better job...) but<br>who can you, ask? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Philip Larkin told us memorably that<br>'they f*** you up, your Mum and Dad', <br>which may not be the case for all of us; <br>Hindus have their own stern answer to this question: <br>you chose them, in effect, as the result<br>of your behaviour in your previous life...so there, <br>work with that, kiddo, could be<br>the making of you...stop blaming it all on them! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So there you are, in this heated cauldron of love and hate, or<br>like sharp stones shaken in this bag called family<br>until the rough edges wear (each other) away and<br>those smooth round pebbles roll out to the world...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but perhaps a little help wouldn't hurt? <br>I was exactly four and a half when I told the truth about something, <br>since I didn't know any other way; and as my parents' voices<br>rose in argument about 'knowing what was best for me', <br>(I remember the moment now, so clear) I turned my back<br>on this so painful sound, faced the 'wireless' on the chest of drawers, <br>and decided there and then<br>that grown-ups made such a fuss when you told the truth<br>that it would be better not to - at least, until<br>they grew up a bit... and there, went half a lifetime<br>of prevarication, dodging the question, fantasy: never tell the truth<br>until you're sure they really, really want to hear it...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then when I was eleven or thereabouts<br>(and again, I remember exactly where I was standing<br>at the time - the bottom of the stairs) <br>the solemn thought 'entered my head': <br>that in some way I knew but couldn't quite explain, <br>I was in the position, had some duty, <br>to take care, in some thoughtful way, of the minds of those<br>my parents...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But they didn't teach that at my school.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">love, I knew all about; but<br>parents? Aren't they strange? They try so hard, too...<br>and no, I don 't need 'counselling', thanks -<br>I'd rather keep it in the family. All I'm asking<br>is, a few lessons, maybe? I'd even do<br>the homework.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXX love you both XXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>