Growing up, I’ve always been told to follow my dreams, and that nothing is out of reach. But as I age, the frequency of this reminder has become smaller and smaller, now to the point where I am being persuaded against my goals. This is disheartening.
I want to leave home, go to college, and form my own identity but the odds of this happening seem to be slimmer and slimmer by the day. What has changed between the encouraging days of my childhood and now? Am I really so immature that my parents are prompted to nearly force me to stay at home? I don’t think this is the case at all. Then what is driving their keen persuasion to stay?
I think the answer lies in love, and they are afraid almost as much as I am. Afraid because I will be in a foreign city, with no support, left to fend for myself. Their instincts to nurture me have merely morphed from telling me that anything is possible, to trying their hardest to keep me from leaving the nest; to protect me. My parents love me more than anyone and do not want to see me fail, but they know better than anyone that out of hardship and struggle, comes the greatest success.
I will be successful, I just have to convince my parents that I have what it takes to be independent.