For so many years, I had never found a word that would replace that one word that I have a hard time not really pronouncing but merely uttering. That one word which when I speak of entails a lot more than what it suppose to mean. The one word that for so many people can be easily said over and over again just like hello. But I know that some people are one with me when I say that it is hard to say, to utter, to mention, to talk about, to speak of.
I have grown from a family of “non-expressive’s,” one where things like the one I’m trying to talk about is hard to talk about. Just like apologies, submissions and everything in that line, and more.
Our family less than rarely, if not never, said a prayer before meals. But I don’t think it’s a big deal. We are grateful to God for whatever there is in the dining table that we are to share, we just don’t say it out loud. And for my personal opinion, that is better than merely saying the “prayer before meal” taught us in kindergarten. I have seen it, heard it, and experienced it many times before – sharing meals with those people who knows that prayer so well that it goes automatically flowing, like saying the longest word in the English language. It’s like they’ve connected each word in the prayer that it sounds like a new word longer than pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis.
I don’t blame these people. Sometimes, the things that we were taught when we were little are the things we grow with, making it harder to let go of what we had once learned.
I once envied the kids who kiss their parents goodbye and tell them they love them. I wish it is as easy for me to do and say things like that to my own parents, because I really do. Of course, every child loves their parents. Some just won’t admit it, but if you dig really deep inside, they do. And I hope all parents know that.
But what are these lips made for if not to talk and kiss? It is not enough that they know that you love them. Sometimes, we have to constantly remind them and make them feel so.
it's sad that it is not common for those kids you mention to both memorize and understand what they are taught. I did not understand our national anthem. Prayers mostly taught in St. Joseph school as well.
ReplyDeleteEmbarrassingly as you already know I had meditated twice every night on the greeting "goodnight (mama/dadi)I love you very much."
I knew what it meant though it had gone stale in time, and soon perished.
It's a feat to express emotions. EQ as they call that which is required. The lips are not only for the lipstick to fill.