It's ok mom, I forgive you

Parents are not always right. They don't always know what they are talking about.
We always believe its the teenager who is going through some adamant phase and that they will hopefully come around.
But why cant it be the other way round? Parents can go through their own adamant phases. Phases where they simply refuse to look at things from a different point of view.
The main problem with parents most of the time is that they believe they have to be right. Maybe because they are older, or more experienced or because they believe they know you or they know what's best for you. But quite often than not, they are pretty confused themselves. They don't know what they are talking about and choose to disagree with the children simply because children are always wrong, they just cant be right can they?
If you try and help its interfering, if you stay out of the house you're never there, if you talk and contribute you are interrupting, if you don't talk then you're not sharing!
Soma parents just get it all wrong.
The basic problem is, its not about understanding your child its about first understanding yourself.
Your baggages, your frustrations, your irritations all gets bottled up and thrown at your adolescent kids. Because you assume that by now they should be able to deal with it.
But surprise! This is the worst time in a maturing child's life where he has barely understood himself and his problems revolve around image consciousness, acne, crushes, clothes and the likes. His personality is still raw and he is already dealing with a lot of changes inside and around him.
Parental ego, unfortunately, wont allow parents to accept that they could have misunderstood or for that matter not understood at all. To top that growing older brings emotional havoc, hormonal issues and physical frustration, things that the adolescent is also going through simultaneously. Which ultimately leads to the volcanic eruption when struck together.
At this point of time your child doesn't need another baggage hurled at him from the home front. And then when he distances himself from home, starts cutting himself from you, shows you his irritation it becomes too much for your superiority to appreciate and that's how the wars begin at home. Sometimes resulting in permanent damage. If you are lucky things may smoothen out in a couple of years when both mature a bit, but during the process you never know how deep the scars have gone and how long the grudges can be held.
Parents are older. More mature and generally know what is right. But they are after all human beings and are entitled to be wrong once in a while.
There's no harm in being wrong, what is simply required is that both parties have the humility to accept it when they do. Parents especially, as they need to set the example. Your children are not that foolish, give them some credit, they are after all your own flesh and blood. Whatever qualities are there in them have come from you!

And that's how it's done

The strangest thing about writing is that you cant force yourself to do it. Sitting here peacefully in a corner of this big hall with just four other people does not help. The skill to write may not be possessed by all, but even those who can write cannot always.
There is a frame of mind, a flow of thought, a stimulating event. But with none of the above its just a blank page and an empty mind, or rather a wandering mind with no thoughts to pen.
That's how I feel right now. Even the most peace and quiet cannot help me. In fact a little action is called for to stimulate me to write. With none of that happening I just sit and wonder, allow my mind to wander. Maybe something fascinating will come to my mind that will make an interesting write-up.
At such times I feel its easier to compose poetry because for me rhyming of words keeps me occupied. And all I need to write a poem is the strong domination of one emotion that flows.
Anything can act as a catalyst to write a poem. A light breeze, birds chirping, the rain, an old couple walking, and from there the words roll.
Surprisingly the same things are not good enough to write an article. They could be good to set a mood to start a thought process about something to write, but on its own the setting is useless. Maybe because an article calls for a specific topic, a beginning, a middle and an end. An appropriate introduction and a satisfying conclusion. Which a poem doesn't.
A poem is felt and empathised with, and then forgotten but an article always stays with us. Or rather atleast intends to. The after effect of a poem is always that it was beautiful, that we experienced an emotion, but you don't remember the poem as such.
An article on the other hand is based on facts, situations, impressions, opinions and something or the other usually sticks with the reader.
So I am now ending my futile attempt to an article with a poem:

LONG AGO
I held on too tight
And when it began to hurt,
I said that you weren't letting go
When actually you had left quite long ago.

Sitting in the dark I couldn't see,
How there were so many people around me,
Waiting to take me home.
But all I could do was stare at the door,
From where you had left so long ago.

Grief came and went,
When it became too much, tears came, I wept.
Thinking of how is was together
With pain and fear, but even then so real.
Far from perfect but it was so dear
Before you decided to leave forever.

I let it fall later, I let it go,
Watched it crash in the darkness below,
Burnt it until the ashes too flew.
With nothing left but a pungent odour,
One that passed when sweet winds blew.
I watch at peace, as the river now flows
Glad that you decided to leave so long ago.