It's impossible to tell where I'd be in this world without the love of my family and friends, though I have a feeling it is somewhere between hell and a whorehouse. From feeding me to offering advice to just listening, I can't imagine my life without such a strong support system. My parents more than anyone have sacrificed to get me where I am today, and yet far too often I feel the need to unnecessarily argue with what they say. No reason, no rhyme, I just don't want them to be right. Unfair, I know.
How old am I? The rebellious years are behind me, or at least should be. I'm at the stage where I should be able to accept their experience as valid and learn from the mistakes of their youth; for some reason I forget this whenever I step through the door to their home. My mom is great, I can't even begin to list all she has done for the family. Yes she is stubborn at times (sooo unlike me, right?), yes she can be a bit old-fashioned, but I love her dearly. My dad is such a character that it's almost impossible not to find something to laugh about with him. It's true there are times when it seems like the only things we have in common are sports or making fun of people, but deep down I know he cares about me. They both do. My mom's tears yesterday confirmed that.
I'm not the kind of child who will call or visit as often as I should, but a blog shout out has to be better than nothing. At the very least it will remind me to take the time to thank them as they deserve.
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