✨ My Rewritten Reflection: “Why Don’t They See It?”

I just wish these kids knew—like really knew—how badly their parents want them to win. Not just survive. Not just do okay. But win at life. And to do it faster and smarter than we ever did.

Why is it so hard for kids to understand that?

I mean, sure—we were all kids once. We thought we knew it all. We brushed off advice. But looking back… our parents didn’t even ask for much. Most of them gave us a good life, even if it wasn’t perfect. 

They sacrificed silently. They showed up when no one else would. And still, when they tried to teach us something that could save us a little time, a little pain, a little regret—we didn’t listen.

And now here we are… grown. One of the kids.

Realizing just how many things they tried to tell us that went right over our heads.

I used to think it was just stubbornness or rebellion, but now I honestly believe there’s a spiritual force field at play—something that clouds the vision of youth, that makes it hard to fully hear the people who love you most. 

It’s like the truth comes wrapped in familiarity, so we dismiss it.

But it’s not until the pain comes… or the life lesson hits… that we say,

“Ohhhh. That’s what they meant.”

It’s crazy how simple it was.

How avoidable.

How loud they said it.

And how little we listened.

But maybe that’s just the cycle. Maybe we’re all meant to get the revelation later. Maybe part of the blessing is becoming the parent who tries again anyway—even when it feels like talking to a wall.

Because love doesn’t stop. It repeats.

It shows up again and again, just praying that one day, they’ll hear it with new ears.