Thursday, March 4, 2010

No words will ever amount to the love I have for my parents.

This should have been my first post.

I've spent 24 years of my life watching, listening, following and admiring my parents. They raised two kids in a world where "structure" meant very little to a good 60+% of American families. Punishment was looked down upon, but adhering to a child's complaint and constant tantrum meant you were doing what's right. No! My parents lined us up following strict rules, making sure we tackled our chores, and above all respected them and those around us. I'm not sure how or why Chris and I got so lucky, but we did and I will be forever grateful.

My appreciation sneaks up on me during the most unexpected times and I want to point out two examples where my pops and mum go above and beyond. In advance, thank you two from the bottom of my heart all the way to the tips of my toes.

Last night I came across a strange encounter with a man walking down a pathway, and it was during this jaunt of mine, I knew taking a longer route was the safe bet considering long = main roads = people around. As a woman with an eagle eye for safety, I opted for the longer route and came home thankful all was well. It was shortly after I caught my breath, guzzled some water, and passed out on my cloud things quickly caught up to speed.

I woke up dripping sweat, draining my tear ducts and shaking in fear. I awoke from a nightmare where I was being stalked, chased, and threatened with murder. Sweet dreams, right? Negatory. I woke up wondering if this really was part of my sleep or if someone was peeping outside my window. What was my next move? Pick up the phone and dial someone for "safety." I contemplated a few people but knew in the end my dad would be the most responsive and not upset if I woke him. After hearing his comforting voice, "Is everything okay?" I knew everything was going to be okay. I told him the story and he offered the best advice anyone could during this moment. I listened to his every word and followed his advice.

The night went on and next came the day. Work has been picking up over the last few months, and while this is a good thing for the work side of things, it has caused a few stressful days on my end. Stress is sometimes necessary to get the blood pumping and your body derailed out of routine, BUT when you lack sleep and add 3 cups of stress, your blood starts boiling. My face went red, my nerves were shaking, and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through the afternoon. Well considering it's now almost midnight, what happened from 12 - 5 pm? My mum sent me an email. Of course she did! I know mothers have this instinctive trait to sense their children's fears and anxieties, and my mom definitely takes the gold. She sent me the most nurturing email at a time when I needed nothing more than a hug.

My dad carries the compassion and my mom bags the strength. I wouldn't be where I am today, nor would I be the person with the attitude I have if it wasn't for these two elements instilled in my upbringing every single day! Listen to your gut and follow your feet. Wherever you feel hesitation, slow down, but whenever you start looking at the ground please pull your shoulders back and focus on the sky. Today was one of those days where I firmly realized my parents will never know how thankful I am for their support, their never-ending aid, and their willingness to pick up the phone and send me a hug.

Thank you again and again. I love you!

1 comment:

  1. I sure had tears reading this post! I have been away from home in Malaysia for 7 years now, you are absolutely right, my parents have always been my best friends!