My parents are pretty awesome. I will always be the first to admit that God blessed me with some of the greatest parents on earth. I understand that not everyone gets to say this, and I don't take this lightly. In my humble opinion, my parents did parenting right. They instilled just enough fear in my sister and I that we would never go too wayward, but they were always compassionate and open enough to where we knew we could always run to them with any and everything. They're cool, hip, and overall fun to be around.
Aside from the surface level aspects about them that I love, here are a few reasons why I'm glad to call them mine.
First, they are a never ending source of support. Through each and every endeavor my sister and I have, they are there every step of the way to remind us that we are competent and capable of completing and achieving everything we have dreamed of. Not only this, but they lead by example by continuing their education and showing us what it means to be a leader of people.
Next, as you could guess, they're present. I am so thankful for this. In my criminology class, I am learning what happens to children whose parents aren't around and don't care for them. That makes me even more grateful for mine because I know that my life could be lot different if either one of them weren't present . I will never forget my dad sitting in on my first ever speech and debate tournaments, recording my performances and telling me how I could improve. Also, you've never seen a mother like mine cheer from the sidelines of soccer games and track meets.
These things that they do for me and so many more are just small examples of how I feel loved by them. They have always gone out of their way to sacrifice for my sister and I. They continually put us in positions where we are able to better ourselves and because of that, we are able to thrive wherever we set our feet.
My parents have done and continue to do so much for me, and I cannot wait to return the gesture.
