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10+ Stories That Prove Parents Would Risk Anything for Their Kids

Our parents worked diligently and made sacrifices to raise us properly. Though they lack the extraordinary skills of comic book heroes, their incredible generosity, undying love, and unending support make them daily heroes in our lives. Today, we’re highlighting some of the most heartfelt times when our parents went above and beyond to assure our pleasure and well-being.

Story 1:

My mom implored me not to marry Liv. She wa:rned, “This woman will end up hurting you!” I said to her, “She’s a good person; one day she will prove it to you!”I married Liv, and we had children. Eight years later, Mom di:ed. while I checked beneath her bed, I discovered tens of Liv’s pictures from before we married, while she was in university.

I discovered that Mom had hired a private investigator to watch her since she was never comfortable with her. Despite Mom’s reservations, my wife is a very beautiful person.

I understand where my mother’s fears came from—she had a painful past and lost trust in people after my dad left her for someone else. Still, I can’t help but appreciate how far she went to protect me.

Story 2:

My father worked seven days a week, twelve hours a day, at two separate hospitals throughout the most of my upbringing. The man would become sick when on vacation, which he referred to as “motionless sickness.” He still managed to get up several hours early and cook breakfast for me and my sister before school.

He was a firm believer in hard work and set a great example for me, while being a child at heart. I’m not sure how he accomplished it, but I love him. © TurtleFisher54 | Reddit

Story 3:

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My parents migrated to Canada with the sole goal of providing a better life for my brother and myself. A better environment, more opportunities, and overall improvement. They abandoned our whole family and friends and relocated here with only the four of us.

They worked really hard for the first several years, earning very little and living in a small apartment in Toronto. Looking back, I’m honestly surprised they didn’t give up and return home, where they had decent careers and plenty of support.

I am so glad they didn’t. My parents’ unwavering love and support have given me all I have and who I am. © Lenerz / Reddit

Story 4:

My father worked a high-level job, so he couldn’t be home for supper most nights. Every morning, instead of family supper, we ate breakfast together as a family before he took us to school.

It wasn’t until I was an adult and wanted to a) sleep as late as possible while also frequently waking up to stressful job concerns that I recognized how much of a sacrifice this was. That was our family time—with our father.

Even when my siblings were adolescents and school started later, they were obliged to get up early and have breakfast (before returning to bed). I respect it.

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Story 5:

My parents have my back no matter what. They always embraced me, never made me feel bad about going to art school, and when I was in a bad mood, my mother told me she would sell her house if it meant caring for me.
Fortunately, Mom didn’t have to do that, but it reinforced my understanding of unconditional love and the significance of family. © AmberFall92 | Reddit

Story 6:

My parents are not perfect, but they did a lot of things well. The most notable is their support for things my brother and I enjoy, even if they don’t understand or appreciate them. They didn’t like skateboarding, yet they paid hundreds of dollars over the years so my brother could enjoy his passion.
They not only helped me purchase a drum equipment, but they also let the band practice in our basement and drove us to all of our gigs.

They wanted me to be a lawyer, but they were ready to settle for a line cook position. It made a difference in the long run because it taught me that I got to make my own decisions in life—nothing is predetermined for me. I can accomplish whatever I want, and my parents will be there to cheer me on.
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My mother was a widowed immigrant woman who raised six children. She fought so hard to fulfill both conventional parental responsibilities, even while others advised her to remarry. She always placed us, her children, first. That meant working long hours on the second shift, missing the majority of our school days, and providing us entire freedom and independence to pursue our hobbies and turn them into passions.

She’s a retired baddie now, and all we do is look after her and support her excursions back to her native country, Laos. © Someradkid / Reddit.

Story 8:

My mother was the only good parent I had. I call it like that because I had two stepfathers. Despite our lack of resources, she was an excellent mother. Rent was difficult to pay, and we occasionally went without water and power. I had no idea there was anything wrong with this; my mother never instilled in me any sense of concern or terror, and she always made me believe that everything would be well.

I grew up with wonderful memories and a joyful childhood, even though I went without much of the time since my mother never saw life negatively. © Unknown author/Reddit

Story 9:

When my father abandoned my mother for another woman, I planned to never talk to him again. My mother sat down with me and my siblings and said, “Even though your father was a bad husband, do not let this strain your relationship with him because he is, and will continue to be, a fantastic father.”

I cannot image how difficult it must have been. I give her credit for the amazing relationship I still have with my father. © gogu***6/Reddit

Story 10:

My mother constantly tells her friends that when it came to my brother and me, she “spoiled us with things but not our attitude.” Both of my parents worked hard to be where they are now and to provide everything for my brother and me, as they grew up with nothing.

They constantly reminded us that hard effort pays off and that we should not expect things to come easily.

I never felt like they had a favorite child; they always treated us all equally and taught us as children that no one was beneath us. They’ve been amazing, and I’ve been quite lucky.

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