posted on Aug, 7 2008 @ 01:38 PM
You know, I resented the heck out of my parents growing up. They didn't spoil me, treat me like a little princess, give me a credit card to go
shopping like all my girlfriends had, they cut me no slack when I acted up like my friends received from their parents, etc.
I bought my own first car, paid for my own college, bought my own clothes starting at the age of 14, etc.
The one thing my parents gave me, though, is a spiritual inheritance and upbringing my friends never received from their parents. As jealous as I was
of my friends at the time who were traveling to Cancun on spring break at the expense of their parents while I was scraping grease out of the pits at
my father's barbecue restaurant, I thank God for my parents who were more concerned about my spiritual walk over the superficial luxuries my friends
parents indulged them in.
Today, I wouldn't change a thing and am eternally grateful to my mother for getting my behind out of bed on Sunday mornings to take me to church
(even on the days it took being sprayed with a bottle of ice water), not giving up on me when I strayed from the faith in my late teens and early
twenties, and realizing that being a parent also meant being a spiritual leader and not just a provider of physical provision. I thank God, literally,
for the spiritual inheritance and instruction given to me by my parents.
My son will be raised the same. In my opinion, when you truly believe what you do, you will raise your children in that path without shame of being
labeled a heavy or a brainwasher. If I told my son to figure it out for himself or to find his own path without any solid guidance from my end, it
would be a very poor indicator of my own faith or placing 'coolness' over being a spiritual leader.