An Open Letter To My Childhood Home

An Open Letter To My Childhood Home

Thank you for being a place where I could celebrate great achievements like birthdays, graduations and holidays.

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To my childhood home, thank you for being a place where I could take my first steps and thank you for listening to me as I said my first words. My parents watched in awe as I started my journey. One foot turned into one stride and then to a run and jump. One word turned into a phrase and then a sentence and a speech. So young and innocent, with the whole world ahead of me. Thank you for protecting me when I was too young to protect myself.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place for me to run in the backyard all summer long and a place where my sled could race down the hill in the winter. Thank you for watching me ride my bike for the first time and letting me run though the sprinklers on the front lawn, a smile on my face and the wind in my hair; it made me feel like there was nothing that could stop me. Thank you for allowing me to have fun.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place where I could build a fort to hide from the monsters or crawl into bed when the thunder shook the whole house; the blankets covered my face and tears dripped down my eyes and the only safety seemed like the roof above my head. Thank you for giving me security when I was scared.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place where I could celebrate great achievements like birthdays, graduations and holidays. Thank you for opening your doors to hundreds of strangers you've never met and people who felt like family. All in one space, we were able to congratulate college grads, rejoice in living another happy year and memorialize people who couldn't be with us. Thank you for giving me a place to celebrate successes so that I strive to make more.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place where the outside world can't see how imperfect my family is. The arguments and bickering were masked by your sound proof structure. No one around could hear what was actually happening inside your walls and this ensured the image of the "American Dream" family could stay intact. Thank you for keeping my secrets so I wouldn't have to share them with anyone else.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place where I learned to strive for greatness. Thank you for giving me the childhood any kid would wish for and the family any kid would dream of. My goals have been set so that I can come back to a house like you for my own family one day: large land, big staircases and a full history to be built. Thank you for letting my dreams come true.

To my childhood home, thank you for being a place I can call home.

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Having supportive parents is one of the best things that ever happened to me.

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When I tell people that I am the baby of my family, there is always a follow-up question asking if I am spoiled. As I was a child, perhaps the situation was a little different because I did not receive material things but instead got my way or rarely was punished. I was most likely spoiled rotten in that sense, especially by my grandparents. Fast forward to the age of 19 and I can say that my parents give me everything that I need, not necessarily everything that I want.

But I still don't think I'm spoiled.

I might legally be an adult, but my parents still provide for me. I may live at school during the semester, but my parents don't charge me rent or utilities when I am at home. My mom still does my laundry. They pay my phone bill monthly. When my mom goes grocery shopping, she doesn't have me chip in to help. She will make sure the bathroom is stocked with tampons or shampoo so I don't have to worry about it. The both of them make sure I have the sufficient needs to not be hungry, cold, or without shelter.

They do all of these things because they want what is best for me.

While they pay my student loans, I give them money to cover it as well as a little extra each month for different expenses. If we go out to eat, I do offer to pay but often get shut down and end up leaving the tip instead. I help around the house and sometimes make trips to the store for food or cleaning supplies, not asking for money to be paid back.

I have a job that gives me decent hours, but my parents understand that money for a college kid is tough.

I pay for my own luxuries such as makeup, cute clothes, even to get my hair cut. Spoiled is typically defined as "damaged by having been given everything they want." Do I want another dog? Yes. Do I have one? No. Do I want a swimming pool in my backyard? Yes. Do I have one? Again, no. That is because both my mother and father still believe in working for what you want and even their daughter doesn't get a free pass unless it's her birthday or Christmas. Do I still have everything I could ever need? Yes.

My parents do the exact same thing for my brother and sister who are older than I am.

I know if I have a problem, whether it be financial or crucial, I can turn to them for help. A lot of people my age don't have parents like I do and I am extremely grateful for them and everything that they do. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

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Thank You, Mom And Dad For Giving Me Everything You Didn’t Have

Thank you for letting me be a kid, but now it's time for me to grow up

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Growing up it was hard to see that money didn't just come out of thin air. I am very fortunate to have the parents that I do and because of that I never had to worry about the next meal on the table or not going to college.

However, different from most people I know, my family is different. Growing up my parents had nothing. And no they weren't homeless and their family was always there for them, but they did grow up relatively poor.

My mom always told me that she never wanted me to experience anything that she had to go through. She didn't want me to have 3 jobs and no social life. She didn't want me to have to wake up at five o'clock in the morning to deliver newspapers to the neighbors, she didn't want me to have that. She always used to say my job was to be a kid.

And although yes, I was very privileged growing up, and still am, I have to give all the credit to my parents for making me see where I came from. I know that my parents worked so hard to get to where they are today.

Both of my parents had the determination and motivation to get them to where they are today. And no they didn't go to some prestigious university, but they didn't need to. They were smart and people saw potential within them.

And I say thank you to you, mom and dad because you taught me how to be kind, thankful, and humble. Looking back I could see that I was spoiled and not thankful or understanding of it, but I know now.

Your little girl has now landed herself a job and leadership positions in two student organizations right here on campus. I'm learning who I am and what I want to be. Thank you for letting me be a kid, not having a worry in the world. Thank you, your little girl is finally growing up.

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