Nights

This blog I am afraid will go on many tangents but you'll have to forgive me as this is just the way I am naturally. A mild form of ADD Iam sure I suffer from, then again, which one of us doesn't, its what makes us truly 'normal'..whatever normal may be these days.
Firstly I would like to state the location from which I document these thoughts. Time and palce mean so much to me, I am not sure as to why, it may be the OCD I aslo suffer from (un-diagnosed) that forces me to document the date, time and location in which I record my thoughts. So here we go the date Saturday October 29th, 2011 @ 0100 the location BKR
My thoughts tonight centre around children and parents. Being given the opportunity to work with children from neonates to young adults I have been able to observe behaviours and patterns I find fascinating.
On the PostPartum Unit parents bring over their newborn child too tiny for this world but yet so full of love and the need to be loved, held, and nurtured. Parents keep a very close eye on their newborn not blinking as to not let their new precious gift of life ever leave their sight. On the Paediatrics unit I witness children of all ages whos health has taken what is most of the time a small turn for the worst. Children and teenagers look to their parents for guidance, support, love and care as they go through this tough time in their lives. Parents; tired, hungry and almost fed up with the healthcare system continue to smile, care and push like they've never pushed before for their child. In rehabilitation similar situations present themselves, parents shift their lives, schedules and risking all they could possibly to provide the best possible care and love for their child during their stay. Children acknowledge that sometimes their rehabilitation may persist longer than parents can shift their lives and understand the need for parents to sometimes not be present; but of course children are saddened, hurt and wish the situations were different. In all of the above cases we witness the love and care both the parent and child have for eachother, the need to have one another close, to be together and to love one another. However fast forward 17 years and remove such stressful situations children often forget the moments they craved their parents love and attention, moments where mom and dad were the best company. These thoughts of are replaced with thoughts of hatred and angry towards their parents. Feelings of anger that often leaves them counting down the days, hours and minutes they can leave home; thus leaving their parents. As these children mature and become young adults they begin to learn again the need for their parents love, affection and mostly approval as they begin to make the most difficult decisons in their lives. As these young adults become young parents they begin to reflect on their relationship with their parents and make false hopes and promises that their relationships with their children will be different.
But why do we find that often history repreats itself? is the old saying of "what comes around goes around" not true?
I for one firmly believe that it is true. And the only way we can change that is to change ourselves and what is within ourselves and what lies in our hearts and souls. To return back to the earlier question, why does history repeat itself. Is that we dont study history thus we are not learning from our mistakes. In this case we review how our parents raised us. Most of us are blessed to be raised by parent(s) that love us.
But what is love? is love giving us all that we demand for? is it teaching us the difference between right and wrong? or the pleasure of being successful in that in which you strive for? is it allowing us to choose the paths we go on so we may grow and learn from our mistakes? or setting our path for us in hope that we dont have to make any mistakes and have to face any fears? Truth is to conclude this rather long blog our parents can raise us in the best possible way they know but it is up to us to create the humans we become