My parents

Day 14

My parents are rockstars. Figurative rockstars. In my mind.

I call them rockstars because they are awesome. They have never been actual rockstars nor have they ever been in an actual rock band. My dad was once a radio dj though, I wonder if that counts?

Anyway, If there was a ‘parent’ bank and everyone had the chance to choose the parents they wanted, I would choose my parents just as they are, flaws and all.

My dad taught me to be a leader. I remember the words he told me once when I moved to a different high school. He said ” do your best, prove yourself and you will gain respect.” Boy did I work hard that term! His words were true and still are. I still apply them in any situation I find myself. My dad nurtured my love for reading and his firm belief in making sure his children were educated is the reason I do what I do today. Its still his firm belief that noone can take your edication away from you, how true this is.I remember a gift he bought me when I was 10 years old. A big Oxford dictionary, with words my small mind could not comprehend. After deciding to ‘study’ this dictionary, I read a new word everyday and used these learned words at the most inappropriate times. I just wanted to say them..and show my dad what a great job I was doing ‘studying’ the dictionary!

My mom taught me to be a leader. She taught me to be calm, compassionate and kind. She taught me the power of forgiveness. She taught me to be creative, to make things and to be a lady. I remember wondering what exactly my mom studied. She could and still can sew like a pro, cook yummy dishes, tend the garden, do my hair in intricate tight patterns, 4×4 drive through rough terrain and she has many more tricks up her sleeve. How she does it, I don’t know! I learned about the power of kindness and kind words from my mom.  My mom was born in a family of ten girls, thats enough sisters to have a total drama island! But it is certainly not so. The love shared between these sisters is something of a marvel. It is love in its purest form that I witness everyday.

My parents opened my eyes to the world. They taught me to love travelling and exploring.

Like a true love story never ends, the love I have for my parents is forever.



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