My Parents Are My Biggest Pillars Of Support

My Parents Are My Biggest Pillars Of Support

No matter where I go, you both will always be my priority.

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My dad is the hardest working man I have ever seen. It's been almost a year since I've seen them, but I still remember how he would wake up, get ready, meditate, say his prayers and leave for work by 6:30 A.M before I can even wake up. He shuttles from different branches of his office to different banks, in the blistering heat of Dubai. He's always made sure that he could come for most of my school events, especially the ones in which I performed. I still remember the time in my junior year of high school, when I was awarded for my distinctive academic performance. My dad came home from a flight and wasn't feeling too well. But he still managed to come to the event to see me receive my award.

He works twice as hard to make sure he can support our family. He made sure I received a good education. He made sure I was happy. He is strict, but he has a soft heart. When he yells, I know he means well. To be completely honest, I was irritating quite a few times and in those times, it was justified. But my dad has taught me to be independent and to take calculated risks in life. He has taught me that hard work never goes unnoticed. He has taught me to keep my feet to the ground and always remain humble, no matter where I go. I aspire, to be half as great and hard-working as my dad.

My mother is the sweetest woman I have ever met. She makes sure she hears my voice every day, even if I'm thousands of miles from home. My mom has always provided the supporting light; in school, in college, in every way possible. She has always taught me to never give up despite the circumstances. Keep your eyes on the prize and don't let anything distract you from your goal. My mom manages the entire house from going crazy. I remember, when I used to come back from school, I would have almost everything ready for me.

My mom would wake up even before my dad to make breakfast for all of us. She also prepared our tiffins for work and school. There were certain days when I used to skip meals because I was busy working on homework or a project. My mom would come all the way from home make sure I eat all of my food. Even now, she asks me what I ate ( Sometimes, I have to send a picture or make a video call to prove it!), if I get enough sleep, and if I need any help.

(Oh, and I also love my mom because of the food she makes!)

During stressful years of high school, my parents were my primary support systems. They went out of their way to make sure I was mentally, physically, and emotionally sane. I could go on about how amazing my parents are. But this would be a tiny portion of the sacrifices they make for me. Both of you act as my guardian angels and know if/when I face a problem. I will always love you both. No matter where I am, no matter how old I get, I will always be your Shonu.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.
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Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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My Mom Is My Biggest Weakness In The Best Way Possible

Although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend.

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My parents are everything to me. They raised me to be independent, strong, smart, and hard working. They made sure to keep me in line, to ensure that I would be respectful and responsible. They raised me to be prepared for the world before I graduated high school. For everything they've done, I'm very grateful.

Focusing on my mom more specifically, she is my weakness. By that I mean, I can go to her with anything and I know she's willing to listen, to be open, and she won't impart judgment.

My mom always knows how to calm me down, but she is the one person who can also make me cry harder. I don't mean this in a bad way. It's just that whenever I've had a tough day or my anxiety has been heightened by some ordeal, I know that if I see my mom or if I even call her over the phone, the waterworks come flooding. I don't know what it is about my mom that makes me feel so emotional, so vulnerable. Each time I go to her, it's almost as if I'm a kid again, crawling into her mother's arms, seeking a nurturing soul to tell me that everything will be okay.

Sometimes I even avoid calling my mom when I'm in a rut because I refuse to cry or feel weak. For instance, if I had a problem, I'd avoid talking to her about it. If a week goes by, I'll update her on my problems, and begin crying about it (even though I was already over it beforehand). My mom can bring out anything from me. She laughs when I tell her this because she knows that no matter how old her baby girl gets, she'll always need her mama.

I think as I've gotten older, I've realized how much more my parents mean to me. As a kid, I always felt like they were against me. I felt as if they didn't want me to do anything and didn't want me to grow. As an adult, I realize it's the exact opposite. My parents have always wanted what's best for me, and because I've grown to understand this, I feel so much closer to them.

I feel as though now, although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend. She's someone I can go to when I feel down, someone I can go to for a good laugh. She's so much better than me in so many ways. She's outgoing, loud, obnoxious, smart, and is always seeing the good in situations. When I talk about my mom to other people, they're always so interested in meeting with her or talking with her. When they finally get the chance to, they're instantly drawn to her character. They're drawn to her laughter. I kid you not, my mom can light up a room in seconds. She is always the life of the party. It sometimes makes me jealous when people find out how amazing my mother is because I swear they'd rather be friends with her than me.

What people don't see is her struggles. They don't see the pain she goes through with her ongoing injury. They don't see that not only does it take a physical toll, but also an emotional toll. She hides it really well because that's what parents are "supposed to do." My mom is the strongest person I know and to see the two contrasts of her is astonishing. To think that someone so full of life can also battle personal struggles, it's hard to see, especially because she's my mom and all I want is the best for her. One part of my mom struggles while the other part of her is so vibrant, so full of life, so sassy.

I don't know how she's put up with all of the hardships in her life. I've never seen someone work so hard and refuse to fail. She refuses to be taken advantage of. I've never seen someone as amazing as my mother. She can do anything.

I think my mom looks down on herself sometimes. I think, like any woman, she sees imperfections. What I don't think she sees, that I wish she would, is the tenacity she has. I want her to see herself the way I do: beautiful, strong, courageous, sassy, outgoing. I could go on and on about how much my mom inspires me and how she's made me appreciate her in more ways than one.

Mom, thank you for all that you do and all that you are. I hope you know how much Rachel, Vanessa and I all love you. I hope you know that no matter what struggles we go through, you are our rock. You hold the fort down and you're always there to make sure we're good, even when you aren't yourself. Thank you for always thinking of us, for believing in us, and for never turning your back. I love you more than you know.

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