Growing Up With Strict Parents Was A Good Thing

Growing Up With Strict Parents Was A Good Thing

Try to get along with your parents, they’re simply doing the best they can to raise you.

I'll admit- I grew up with strict parents. I had an 11 p.m. curfew all through high school, was expected to get good grades, and other things of the like. We've gotten in our fair share of arguments, and there were points in my life in which I resented my parents for how they acted. However, I now understand, and appreciate, why my parents raised my sisters and I the way they did.

I was raised in a relatively strict household. As a child, there were always rules, we did chores, had bedtime, etc. Growing up, I wasn’t really the biggest fan of my parents a lot of the time because of their rules. It sometimes felt like we were being held to a high standard in all aspects of life, and that there was no room for fun. I think that all kids feel like this towards their parents at some point in their lives. Looking back, I realize that the way my parents raised me made me a better person later in life.

One of the ways in which a strict style of parenting benefited me in real life is that it taught me respect. Through my teenage years, I realized that instead of going out of my way to disagree with my parents, it’s a lot easier to simply respect them and their rules. For me, it became a symbiotic relationship between my parents. I kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble, and I could do pretty much whatever I wanted to do (as long as I was home before curfew, of course).

Being held to a high standard by your parents comes with a busy schedule. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was diving 20 hours a week and taking honors classes in school, and my load got worse as the years went on. I had to learn early on how to schedule my life around the important things, and I can’t help but feel that my parents had a hand in shaping that aspect of me.

The one thing that made my parents better was the fact that a lot of my friends’ parents had similar rules to me, which made situations like hanging out at each other’s houses and going on trips a lot easier because our parents all agreed on how and what was going to happen. Although, it could be awkward sometimes when we were younger and wanted to hang out with your friends and it turned into a game of,
"You ask your mom first."
"No! You ask your mom first!"

So, to the child who hates their parents because they’re overbearing, crazy, whatever- it will get better! Try to get along with your parents, they’re simply doing the best they can to raise you. Remember, they’ve only been parenting for as long as you’ve been alive. They make mistakes just like we do. Plus, life is a lot easier when everybody at home gets along.

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Because you are my ultimate Valentine.

To my beautiful best friend,

Warning: This letter is about to get extremely cheesy. I am talking four cheese lasagna cheesy. But no one deserves a love letter like this more than you do.

This Valentine’s Day, I want to express my love for you. On this wondrous occasion with which most people express their love to their significant other, I want to tell you, my best friend, how much I cherish our friendship.

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You are the ultimate love of my life. Boys have come and gone but you remain a constant; for that I am grateful. You have been there for me when my family could not be; for that I am grateful. You have been my backbone, my rock, and all those other clichés people use to describe the people they care about, and yet you have been so much more than that as well; for that I am grateful.

All my love this Valentine’s Day goes out to you, my friend, because you do not receive it enough. You have picked me up out of the dirt, brushed me off, and kissed my wounds more times than I can count, and I will never be able to thank you enough for that, but I am sure am going to try.

Thank you for the midnight cries. Thank you for the midnight laughs. Thank you for ordering way too much food with me and still just eating it all. Thank you for the advice, both solicited and unsolicited. Thank you for telling me what I need to hear, even when it isn’t what I want to hear. Thank you for the silly pictures. Thank you for the stupid inside jokes. Thank you for making bad decisions with me. Thank you for laughing with me and laughing at me. Thank you for the endless memories.

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Blood Doesn't Determine Family

Blended families are just as much of a family as a traditional one.


If you look above, you can see that have a very large family on my mother's side. Between my grandparents, aunts and uncle, cousins and my own immediate family, we're at thirty-three members and counting. All branches of our family tree have busy lives, so we don't get to see each other as much as often as we would hope to. Christmas is the one time a year where we all finally get together for the evening. If you sat in on our holiday party, you may think that we have a couple screws loose, but there is no doubt that you would be able to feel the love radiating from room to room.

If you look at the picture I chose for my header, you can see all of the cousins gathered for our yearly picture. Dysfunctional, of course, but you can tell that love is there. Would it surprise you that out of our entire huge family, less than half of us are blood-related?

I come from a blended family, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Blood does not determine family to us. Love does.

Divorce can be a messy thing, especially when children are involved. Both my aunt and uncle had remarried into relationships that already had children. For the most part, none of us can really ever remember a time when we weren't considered family. We don't ever look at each other as not being related. We never will. Family to us is the love and support that is shared unconditionally between us.

As I said, you would never be able to tell we weren't blood-related unless I told you. Not only do we all look similar to one another (which again is odd, because if the marriages had never taken place, we would just have a ton of doppelgangers running around), but the love and passion that we radiate is unmistakable that we have a bond that will never be broken, let alone determined by biology.

Blended families tend to get a bad rap sometimes from some of the horror stories that can come from second marriages. Not only that, but some people still are stuck in the idea that the only socially acceptable type of family is one where the lineage is clear and concise. Although I can see where these people come from, I don't believe that because there is a lack of shared genetics between all of us, our love is any less strong.

Family is those who will answer a call or text late at night because you need someone to talk to. They're the ones that you end up staying at their house and talking for hours when you meant to make a quick trip in. They are there for you no matter the situation and always believe in you one hundred percent.

Traditional families have a lot of love too, undoubtedly. But please, do not tell me that my family is any less of a family of a family because of its makeup. We have just as much love between us as families with the same bloodline. Blood does not determine the amount of love and affection between all of us. It never will. We will love each other as much as a traditional family. We never look at each other as a mixed family, so please stop treating us as such.

I've said it so many times, but I'll remind you once more. Blood does not determine family, love does-- and I love my family more than life itself.

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