Just Remember One Thing: Never Forget Your Roots!

My husband has this silly saying he occasionally repsonds with during conversation.

At first I dismissed it as just another try hard Tupac line I really had no interest in being enlightened by. But then he would somehow make it applicable to just about any scenario in which we were discussing someone with a out of this world ego, selfish persona, a individual who seems to have just “changed,” or anybody who thinks their too good for the colour of their own skin or where they come from.

That’s when I realized the value of ones roots — and how detrimentally devastating it can be to those around you (and even yourself) if you do in fact; forget your roots.

What it means to have roots and be proud of them is to know who you are and what makes you that way. It’s to take pride of the circumstances which have contributed the building of your character, values, and attributes.

Be those traits good or bad – you must pay homage to the foundation from which you have risen no matter where you end up in life.

This means you don’t simply allow people who were once your closest friends fall by the wayside and become mere acquaintances, you don’t forget to appreciate all that your parents and closest loved ones poured into you in order for you to be YOU. It means that no matter how wide your wings spread, or how far you may go in life – you always remember to appreciate your roots. The bits of you which still exist deep within your soul but you may not have the conscience morale to face and allow to still be visible to world.

It’s not about being bigger, better, and growing out of your past. It’s about learning to bring those parts of you into your present, and never allowing anything or anyone tear them away from you.

Integrity is seldom to come by these days. And I am so very proud to have a husband firmly grounded in his roots, so very so that they stretch into the ones being formed while we raise our son – creating a indestructible base for him to grow from.

So as you read this – I must ask you… When’s the last time you thought about who, what, and where you come from, and what’s holding you back from appreciating all of that?

One cannot excel to everything the world has to offer without flourishing from the inside out first.

Strangers In Their Own Homes

It’s a well known fact that it is customary for adult children of certain ethnicities to continue to live with their parents, well, forever.

There’s no concept of moving out once you hit 18 or even farther into the future of setting your parents up into a nice retirement home when they’re too old to care for themselves.

It’s like a never ending pact, we raise our young, only to grow up to care for those who raised us.

It’s a nice sentiment isn’t it? To have such a high regard for our elders that we keep them close no matter what.

I recall a interview a few years back in which the mega Bollywood stars Aishwariya Rai and Abishek Bachan were on the late night show which was then hosted by Jay Leno.

He teased and poked fun at them for still living with their parents. Aishwariya snapped back by saying, “well our culture doesn’t believe in dumping our elders into homes and going about our lives.”

There’s more of a familial unit. A responsibility to put back into the world what was given to you, complete the circle of life if you will.

Now this is all fine and dandy under one extremely important circumstance. In order to all live under one roof, you all have to be mutually respectful to one another.

No one family member should have precedence over the other.

I see a whole lot of people treating their grandparents like second hand family members. They grumble and moan when they ask them for anything or to be taken anywhere. Their request is usually for a five minute trip to one of three places – the temple, doctors office, or the bank. How hard is that? It doesn’t have to be such a nuisance.

I remember being the EXACT same way with my grandmother. But then her days became numbered and I realized I shouldn’t take her presence and wisdom for granted. I realized that when she looked in the mirror she didn’t see a demanding old lady.

She saw the lady who built things with her own hands, singlehandedly fought off home invaders in her beloved home in India, worked day in and out for her family, and raised and watched four generations grow from her name.

Each “old person” has a story to tell. Each moment of crankiness, or request, or repetition of the same story has MEANING behind it. Don’t be too young and naive to appreciate that.

I think where it’s all going wrong here is that we are staying together for the wrong reason. Because we care more about what people outside our homes think rather than those inside. We keep our parents and grandparents close because well that’s just the norm. But no one sees how they’re being treated behind closed doors.

Pensions being cashed in by the youngsters, groceries not being shared, huffs and puffs when asked for help. They’re spending their last days bound to their homes because no one has time to take them anywhere. They’re forced to ride the bus, their bikes, and walk in the rain because once again no one has TIME. The only reason you’re on this earth capable of having ANY time is because of them so the least you can do is spare a few moments for them too.

It is no fault of their own that they can’t adequately care for themselves any longer. They are our roots and were our wings when we needed them to be, now it’s time to return the favour, and for all the right reasons.

Don’t make them feel like a burden. Help them remember their youth by sharing your own. Bring them into your world. Don’t shove them into a corner of ostracism and unkindness.