Dear Mom and Dad,
A formal letter may come as a surprise to you, considering our conversations nowadays consists of text messages about needing you to ship something up to college or Facetimes about how my classes are going. But I feel like sometimes you just need to sit down and write a real letter so here it goes.
Growing up, you don't really realize how much you are being impacted by your parents. It isn't until college when you start to make the stupid jokes your dad would tell you for years or when you worry about the same things that your mom would worry about at home that you start to understand how alike you are to your parents. And it finally hit me, mom and dad, how lucky I am to be raised by the two of you. The strongest, coolest, most genuine people that I know. It doesn't take much for a friend to say that I look like the two of you, but what I like the most is people tell me how alike I am to the two of you. It makes things like going to college seem easier, like no matter where I go I have a part of you with me.
But with being alike means I also know how you both think. I know how you worry, and stress, and feel the need to check up. And as much as I sound like I hate it sometimes, I appreciate it too. Sometimes you jut need to here your parents voice asking you about classes, and if you're joining clubs, and if you're getting enough sleep and every other question that you could possibly think of. Even though I know those calls will continue to occur, know that I am ok. Even in my groggiest hour, things are good, and if they weren't you would 100% get the first call.
As much as I don't say it, Thank you. Thank you for all that you have ever done for me the last 19 years or so. Thank you for the little things that I forget to thank you for. Thank you for every breakfast you made, every hour you spent at soccer games, dance recitals, and school assignment you sat though with a smile on your face (even though I was probably horrible at all three), thanks for showing me what dedication and passion looks like, thanks for teaching me the difference between right and wrong (even though I sometimes forget that one, thanks for every lying with me every time I cried. I could go on for pages and page but the point is simple, thank you for being the kind, caring people that one day I wish I can be. But most importantly, thank you for being you and for always being there.
Love,
Your daughter.
