That's the difference

Watching a child grow is encouraging, watching your parents grow is discouraging. A child progresses, and adult digresses, a child learns, an adult teaches. A child is obedient and listens to it’s care giver but an adult instructs it’s care giver to listen to them. Society questions unfaithful children for not providing their parents with the best care but society does not realize that it is more challenging to provide care to an adult than to provide care to a growing child.
I live with my parents and my patience are tested everyday. Today, I gave dad a hair cut and shaved his beard. It was fulfilling to see him look neater and younger. I was happy. Half an hour later, I lost my patience. Dad had ignored the clothes I had prepared for him and he took all his neatly pressed clothes and mixed them crumpled with his dirty laundry. It really upset me. So much effort has been put in to make sure that he has clean and neat clothes to wear and it took him five minutes to mess it all up. I was so upset. I felt like locking his cupboard altogether so that he will never ever mess up with his clothes again. But I can’t because he is my father and I must treat him with respect, not like a child. Such instances happen almost everyday.
Mom on the other hand is not very healthy, there are two ice cream boxes in the house that are filled with her medication. Due to her state of health, she is suppose to watch her diet. But mom never eats on time. She eats at odd hours and she skips a balance diet. She takes so little rice that she feels hungry fast enough for her to pinch food from the kitchen, she drinks curry gravy like soups and cooks noodles in between meals. I try telling her to eat right but we always end up fighting with her saying, “I’m your mother you know”. Sometimes, I feel so angry that I feel like throwing all the food in the house so that she can never eat those things. I even have thoughts about locking the kitchen so that she improves her eating habits. But I can’t, this is their home and who am I to deprive them of their freedom?
It’s easy for people to watch and catch our weaknesses and past remarks. Sometimes I wonder, if they believe I am that stupid to not know that I ought not to speak to my parents the way I do? Each time I loose my temper or have bad thoughts, I’m filled with guilt. Who in this world does not want to be a obedient and perfect child?