a supportive family
What the hell is that?
Sometimes I don’t think children from Asian families know the meaning of a supportive family.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my family to bits.
Sometimes it just would be nice if they could be a bit more positive and more supportive.
I’ve been having a hell of a time with preparing myself for dental school. It hasn’t been the easiest journey and there are times that I’ve asked myself if it’s all worth it. What I could really use is someone who knows me to tell me that I can do this. That they have faith that I can handle it and that I can totally rock it.
Instead, my mother is asking me if I’ve thought about what else I can do if I don’t get into dental school.
I know that she’s just worried about my future but that’s not really something I need to concern myself with right now. I haven’t even tried and she’s already suggesting failure.
This is not something new.
When I started my relationship with Fredrik, she would go on about how things might not work out. We’re married now.
When I decided to go to college for fashion design, she had her remarks. I graduated with honours. Despite the fact that I decided afterwards not to continue with fashion, I was still awesome with the program.
Perhaps that’s her way of “encouraging” me. By telling me that it’s not going to work, I work extra hard at proving her wrong and it works out in the end. Still… it’s frustrating as hell. I’d rather have her talk about something else rather than add to the madness.
I know I’m not alone in this situation because I have friends whose parents still say things like “If he/she would just get a real job and get their life on track” despite having a job that they love doing.
Asian parents… they’re amazing in their own way.