Love&be loved

    To love and to be loved
    
    There are many kinds of love in the world, love between boyfriends and girlfriends, parents and children, wives and husbands, teachers and students, friends and so on. Usually when we refer to love, we naturally think of the love between boyfriends and girlfriends. Because of this, we easily ignore the other kinds of love.
    I think love between parents and children is the most easily forgotten. As we know, parents are responsible for bringing up their children. Children usually think that what their parents give them is what they deserve instead of appreciating their parents’ offers as love.
    I admit I’m one of the children who doesn’t full appreciate my parents’ love. I only know how to take but not how to give. If I see something I like very much, I’ll ask my Dad to buy it without thinking his financial situation and how hard has to work to earn a cent. Since I’m the only child in my family, my parents take me as a pearl. They try their best to satisfy my every need, but I sometimes lose my temper in petty matters. Once when I was doing a difficult math problem, my Mom asked me to join her for dinner, but I gave no reply. She continued to call me several times. Then it got on my nerves and I burst out shouting and complaining at her nags that disturbed my thinking. After I finished my homework, I found my Dad had heated the meal for me.
    I didn’t know the reason why they can tolerate and forgive me again and again until I had a talk with my Dad one day. He said, “I would never about you even, though sometimes you make me so angry. If we argue or forget, we’ll make up the next day, because you’re my daughter. If you were someone else, I wouldn’t have give you so much love, patience, thoughtfulness and tolerance.”
    I’ll never forget the meaningful words my father said to me in a gentle voice. And now I come to realize that I’m immersed in my parents’ love. On the other hand, they also need my love to reduce pains they have from their hard work.
    To love and to be loved are the counterparts. You’ll never know you’re being loved until you begin to love; you’ll never know you’re giving love until you begin to be loved.