From a parenting and pastoral counseling perspective, I’ve learned that we don’t usually realize or appreciate our parents’ hard work all at once. My own children rarely appreciated what their mother and I accomplished for them until they were well into their late 20’s. For most of us, and I am speaking of myself here, that appreciation grows with time, maturity, and responsibility. Scripture frames this clearly: honoring our father and mother is not merely an emotional posture but an active, lifelong calling with real consequences and blessings attached (Exod 20:12; Eph 6:1–3; Deut 5:16). Honor, in the biblical sense, means recognizing the weight, value, and cost. It means acknowledging that who we are did not emerge in a vacuum but was shaped by years of unseen sacrifice.
I’ve found that appreciation deepens when we begin to understand what our parents carried. As we step into adulthood and face bills, stress, exhaustion, and responsibility ourselves, we start to see the quiet decisions they made, working jobs they may not have loved, stretching limited resources, setting aside their own desires, and showing up day after day anyway. Scripture invites us not to discard their wisdom once we’re independent, but to bind their instruction to our hearts so that it continues to guide us, protect us, and speak to us throughout life (Prov 6:20–22). Their labor was not only about provision; it was about formation.
The Bible repeatedly teaches that parental instruction is meant to shape character, not just behavior. A father’s instruction and a mother’s law are described as a graceful ornament and a protective chain, something that distinguishes us and guards us, not something that confines us (Prov 1:8–9). When we begin to live out those values, integrity, diligence, faithfulness, and perseverance, we are honoring the work they poured into us. In that sense, gratitude becomes embodied rather than merely spoken.
Scripture also reminds us that appreciation does not expire when parents age or can no longer provide for their children. We are commanded not to despise our parents when they are old, but to listen, care, and show reverence even when the roles begin to reverse (Prov 23:22; Lev 19:3). Paul echoes this by teaching that caring for one’s parents is an act of godliness and something pleasing to God (1 Tim 5:4). Honoring them later in life is not repayment born of guilt; it is the natural continuation of a relationship built on love and sacrifice.
Throughout Scripture, we see this lived out in real lives. Joseph honored his father by providing for him and his entire household during the famine, using the position God gave him to protect the one who once protected him (Gen 47:11–12). Ruth’s devotion to her mother-in-law was publicly recognized as costly, faithful love, and God honored that sacrifice (Ruth 2:11–12). These examples remind us that honoring parents often involves tangible action, not just internal appreciation.
I’ve also learned that gratitude grows when we speak it. Saying out loud what we noticed, asking our parents about their struggles, listening to their stories, and acknowledging what they gave, even imperfectly, brings clarity and healing. Scripture warns strongly against contempt, mockery, or neglect toward parents (Prov 20:20; Prov 30:17), not because God is harsh, but because contempt corrodes the soul. By contrast, a wise son or daughter brings joy to their parents by living wisely and receiving instruction with humility (Prov 15:20; Prov 13:1).
Ultimately, we realize and appreciate our parents’ hard work most deeply when we become the kind of people their sacrifice made possible, people who value wisdom, carry responsibility well, and pass on what we were given. Children’s children are called a crown to the aged, and a parent’s glory is seen in the lives their children go on to live (Prov 17:6). When we honor our parents in word, action, and character, we honor not only them, but the God who used their imperfect faithfulness to shape our lives.
It’s also important for us to acknowledge, honestly and gently, that not all of us grew up under ideal or even safe circumstances. I include myself in that. Because of the abuse I experienced, my early perspective was shaped more by pain and survival than by gratitude. For a long time, I could not see my adoptive parents clearly, let alone appreciate what they had done for me. It wasn’t until I was in my mid-thirties, after significant healing and reflection, that my perspective began to change. With that change came the ability to separate sin from struggle, brokenness from intent, and failure from effort.
As my understanding deepened, I was finally able to see my parents as whole people, imperfect, wounded, limited, yet still used by God in real and meaningful ways. I began to recognize the challenges they faced, the resources they lacked, and the burdens they carried, often without support. Even in the midst of those challenges, God was at work. In ways I could not see at the time, He was using their provision, discipline, and presence, however flawed, to shape my life toward what would ultimately be pleasing to Him. That realization did not excuse the harm that was done, but it did redeem the story.
Because of that shift, gratitude became possible, not rooted in denial, but in truth. I can now say with sincerity that God used my parents, even through their brokenness, as His hands in forming me. For that redemptive work, I am eternally grateful.


