As I was scrolling through Facebook the other day, I stumbled across this gem:

“If your parents bought you a car, don’t ask why I don’t drive yet. If your parents pay for your college, don’t ask why I’m not in school. If your parents paid for your apartment, don’t ask why I haven’t moved out yet. Not everyone gets the handouts you do.”

Okay, easy there tiger. Let’s talk about this for a second.

Personally speaking, my parents have always provided my brother and I with everything we need and then some. To some, I have grown up on the “privileged” end of the spectrum and some may even dare to say that I’m “spoiled.”

The dealio is, though, that my parents worked hard to get to where they are today.

I’m the first person in my family to not only go to college but go to a big university like West Virginia. The first one who didn’t go straight into the workforce after high-school. They provide so much for me because they expect so much out of me and know I refuse to fall short of their expectations. Both of them grew up having to sacrifice their goals and aspirations in order to provide another paycheck for their family. Having to give up so much in order to make a better life has made them firm believers in pulling yourself up by the straps on your own boots and everything they provide for me is not a handout, but a responsibility.

If anything, it is a privilege to have such supporting parents like them.

Sure, I got a nice Jeep when I had just turned 16.

Sure, I have designer handbags and shoes.

Sure, I live in a nice house.

Sure, anything I wanted my parents got for me.

But the only reason I am so fortunate as to not have to worry about my financial situation is because my parents have worked extremely hard to get to where they are. My dad is a welder and he hauls a** everyday, is never home and has been working out-of-state since before I can even remember. He has missed monumental things in my families life all to give us what we need and more.

So yeah, maybe I am a little rotten and spoiled. Maybe Mommy and Daddy do give me anything I want but the most important thing I have received from them is the lesson to be humble. That it isn’t about the money but it’s about the pride you have in yourself and in who you are.

I am proud to say that my parents bought me a nice car because they didn’t want me to be catching rides and not having a way to get to school and practice and back home.

I am proud to say that my parents do pay for my college because they want me to become a successful journalist.

I am proud to say that one day they will pay for my apartment instead of having me live in an unsafe area of town in a run down house.

But isn’t that a parent’s biggest goal? To strive everyday to become better people to make sure their kids don’t have to endure the difficulties they went through?

So maybe I am a “little rich b*tch” but I’m okay with that. At the end of the day, I’m not the one with money, it's my mom and dad and it's them who have made the choice to make sure I never missed out on the finer things in life.