Day 3: Your Parents

Well, it's been months since my last blog. So much has changed. Clearly life got the best of me and I was distracted from writing. That's okay, though. I never intended on always writing. Sometimes I feel it, other times I do not. Thats the joy of writing, though, no pressure, no guidelines, no expectations. It's just there for when you feel the need to be wordy and expressive. It's therapeutical in a way ... at least that's how I look at it. 

I decided to come back to my writing challenge that I abandoned after only two days. 

Day 3: Your Parents 

My parents ... years ago I would have said that I was nothing like my parents, all we did was argued and I had no positive relationship with them. But as I have grown and matured, I have truly seen so much more out of my relationship with my parents. I think it also has helped that I have moved out. 

I know growing up I was a challenge. I'm loud, I run my mouth, I have almost no filter, I get heated very easily, especially with my family, and usually I don't know when to shut up. I was most defiantly my parents difficult child. 

My Mom is the kindest, most sarcastic, hard working, creative woman you will ever meet. She works hard, she helps others, she takes a lot of crap, laughs it off, but do not cross her. I repeat ... DO NOT CROSS HER. She allows people to walk all over her but eventually enough is enough and her inner rage comes out. As kids we would push her buttons... push push push push ... until she lost it. We knew when mom was mad, shit was real. You better scatter. 

My Dad is blunt, funny, extremely hard working, intelligent, honest, and a no bullshit kind of person. We often joke that he is "King Shit" or "Mr. Asshole". He can for sure come across as rude, but thats what I love. He is usually spot on with his statements and it all comes back what is right or wrong. He says what most people are thinking but won't say. He doesn't have the time of day for excuses or drama. His language is colorful, he says things that people don't want to hear, and he dose it all with intelligence and a "you know I'm right" kind of attitude... which is often misconstrued as rude... but his heart is large and giving.  

I think that I am a mix of both my parents... but the older I get the more I realize my father has worn off on me. Often I will say something to my mom and she will just start laughing... " you sound like your father" is her favorite saying cause she knows I despise it. 

Both my parents have always been extremely honest and open with us kids. They expect certain things from us but they don't hide us from the realities of this world. They don't sugar coat things or ignore things. They expect us to make choices for ourselves but that are intelligent and will better our future. They are there for us when we mess up, they stick up for us, but they also tell us when we messed up. They have instilled respect, responsibility, hard work, honesty, and integrity into us kids. They have been open and honest with us and they expect the same from us in return. 

We have lived a very blessed life because of the people my parents are. I can't complain about one thing. My needs as a child, teen, and young adult have always not only been met but far passed what we expected. I know I have had it a lot better then other kids I have grown up with, but I also know that my parents haven't given us any hands out. They expect hard work from us, they expect us to take things on for ourselves, they expect us to work hard for what we get, they expect us to adults... slowly. They will always be there for us to fall back on if need be, but they also expect us to take that jump into adulthood. Make sure that we are doing things that will give us a good future. 

And for that I am SO thankful!