Day 13: Arguments

It is common in life to get into an arguement at one point in time.  Both parties are angry and eventually making no sense.  One person is right and one person is wrong.  However, both are right.  How many times have we done this with our parents?  I’m not talking about being annoyed at something a parent said.  I’m talking so mad you get to the silent treatment mode.  

My parents and I work together in the automotive industry.  We have 4 businesses that we work together in and sometimes it honestly gets messy.  I over-communicate and they don’t communicate enough.  And, I’m sure visa versa.  I include them even when they probably don’t even understand what I’m talking about.  

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With that said my parents are extraordinary people. I recently read an article that spoke to how when we are mad at our parents we are actually mad at ourselves.  This completely changed my perspective on an arugement I was having with my dad.  I constantly ask if there is anything I can do.  I hear nothing even though I know that there is a ton that needs to be done.  However, I t is not my place to just take control and do what needs to be done.  

My dad and mom are just as much a part of me as I am of them.  If you want to get scientific, my mom and dad are literally in every single cell of my body.  It’s kind of weird to think about at first but when you are 8,300 miles away from them, it makes the things we argue about a little trivial but so monumental at the same time.   We only really argue when things are stressful at work during times of turnover with employees or a heavy workload. 

The things we have in common far outweigh the things that we don’t. We are all three looking out for the employees first.  When a person leaves the business, I don’t think they realize how many decisions are based on their wellbeing and quality of life.  We have many times put our employee’s families in front of our own.  It is impossible to make everyone happy at all times but we try very hard.

All three of us, whether we realize it or not at the time, care very deeply for each other.  We don’t want to see any of us fail. We cry together.  We laugh together.  We have traveled together.  Regardless, of how angry you are in the moment, when you are mad at one of your parents, remember that that anger is pointed at yourself.  Above all else is love.  I miss my parents.