Having Been Born of Goodly Parents
Wow it has been awhile since I have posted anything. I guess I just couldn't find the words that I actually wanted to write. Honestly I still don't know what I want to say.
Life has been absolutely insane. I knew that some of these changes were coming. But the other ones came as a complete surprise to me. Some have brought tears. Tears of fear, sorrow, and joy. I don't want to get into specifics with all the experiences because they are in the past, but I want to say that it was definitely a tornado of change and emotions. Between moving over 700 miles away from my family for school, to medical issues with a couple members of my family, and the different people that have come into and left my family and my's life, there has been so many emotions. I often times would sit down on my couch after all my homework was done and my roommates were asleep and just think about my life. I found that the more I thought about everything that was happening, the more and more grateful for my parents I have become.
I worried about things like not knowing how to cook before I came up to school. But soon after coming up here, I realized that the skills I learned and just picked up from my mom and dad came with me to college and actually surpassed those of some of the people I have associated with since coming to school.
I realized that keeping a clean house really helps you not to be stressed and helps bring the spirit into the home, I realized that I learned to work more than I ever thought I did. I will admit that I was the first to volunteer to "supervise" a project so I wouldn't have to be the one to actually put forth the physical effort, but now I realize how much that that work ethic is needed.
I realize that all those times that I cleaned my room or the kitchen or the bathroom and my parents made me go back and clean again really taught me how to clean. I know that sounds stupid but it's things like how to hand wash dishes or to clean the outside of the toilet and well as the inside. Things like how to clean a microwave properly or cleaning baseboards. There are so many things that I grew up thinking that everyone learned how to do but now realize that many people don't know.
I'm grateful for my parents for always pushing me to be my best self. For loving me unconditionally. For teaching me to serve and love those around me no matter what the circumstances and to always look for at least one positive thing about everyone I meet. I'm grateful for parents who loved me enough to teach me all of that. I truly was born of goodly parents. I have no doubts about that.
I hear and see the relationships those around me have with their parents and it makes me even more grateful for my own parents. I hear stories of people who love one parent but basically hate the other one. It makes me sad to hear that. I don't know their circumstances, but it helps me to realize that I am incredibly blessed to have the parents that I do and the relationships I have with them that I do. I love them so much and always miss them but I know that they did and incredible job raising not only me but my siblings as well. I know that they don't always approve of the decisions that we make, but they have raised us with the tools to be strong, loving, caring, trustworthy, Christ-loving people. They have taught us of our worth and the always remind us of our potential!
Now that I am out on my own, I think about a lot about the way I want my future home to be. The kind of things that I realize that my parents taught me that I want to teach my future children. The more I think about it, if I could be at least half of the kind of parent that my parents are to me, I think I would be doing okay.
Life has been absolutely insane. I knew that some of these changes were coming. But the other ones came as a complete surprise to me. Some have brought tears. Tears of fear, sorrow, and joy. I don't want to get into specifics with all the experiences because they are in the past, but I want to say that it was definitely a tornado of change and emotions. Between moving over 700 miles away from my family for school, to medical issues with a couple members of my family, and the different people that have come into and left my family and my's life, there has been so many emotions. I often times would sit down on my couch after all my homework was done and my roommates were asleep and just think about my life. I found that the more I thought about everything that was happening, the more and more grateful for my parents I have become.
I worried about things like not knowing how to cook before I came up to school. But soon after coming up here, I realized that the skills I learned and just picked up from my mom and dad came with me to college and actually surpassed those of some of the people I have associated with since coming to school.
I realized that keeping a clean house really helps you not to be stressed and helps bring the spirit into the home, I realized that I learned to work more than I ever thought I did. I will admit that I was the first to volunteer to "supervise" a project so I wouldn't have to be the one to actually put forth the physical effort, but now I realize how much that that work ethic is needed.
I realize that all those times that I cleaned my room or the kitchen or the bathroom and my parents made me go back and clean again really taught me how to clean. I know that sounds stupid but it's things like how to hand wash dishes or to clean the outside of the toilet and well as the inside. Things like how to clean a microwave properly or cleaning baseboards. There are so many things that I grew up thinking that everyone learned how to do but now realize that many people don't know.
I'm grateful for my parents for always pushing me to be my best self. For loving me unconditionally. For teaching me to serve and love those around me no matter what the circumstances and to always look for at least one positive thing about everyone I meet. I'm grateful for parents who loved me enough to teach me all of that. I truly was born of goodly parents. I have no doubts about that.
I hear and see the relationships those around me have with their parents and it makes me even more grateful for my own parents. I hear stories of people who love one parent but basically hate the other one. It makes me sad to hear that. I don't know their circumstances, but it helps me to realize that I am incredibly blessed to have the parents that I do and the relationships I have with them that I do. I love them so much and always miss them but I know that they did and incredible job raising not only me but my siblings as well. I know that they don't always approve of the decisions that we make, but they have raised us with the tools to be strong, loving, caring, trustworthy, Christ-loving people. They have taught us of our worth and the always remind us of our potential!
Now that I am out on my own, I think about a lot about the way I want my future home to be. The kind of things that I realize that my parents taught me that I want to teach my future children. The more I think about it, if I could be at least half of the kind of parent that my parents are to me, I think I would be doing okay.
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