To The Parent I'm Not Close To, I Feel Bad That You're Missing Out On Me

To The Parent I'm Not Close To, I Feel Bad That You're Missing Out On Me

Sometimes I can't decide which one of us is missing out more.


Most of the time it doesn't bother me that we've gone this long barely knowing anything about each other, but then I see other friends with their parents, and I long for a relationship I've never had.

I used to be pretty bitter towards you. The fighting, the lack of communication, the distance between us - it seemed so infuriating that I (we) had to continuously deal with it, but now I'm just exhausted. It's a cycle of bad habits formed into a routine I don't think we'll ever be capable of changing.

I feel bad that you're missing out on me. When I was younger, I tried to do well in school, so you would say that you were proud of me, but I realized I should be doing it for myself. So I am. When I texted you to tell you about how I made the dean's list in college, you didn't respond. I kept the email for myself.

When I moved into my dorm my first year of college, you weren't in town. You texted me and asked when I was going to visit, and I told you I had moved. You came to visit...once. I think you even stayed for an hour or two.

If you ever wanted to know me, I guess I would tell you these things about myself:

*I write. I write poetry, short stories, and articles for EMU Odyssey. I love writing more than anything else.

*My favorite color is orange.

*I have a kick-ass taste in music. I love bluegrass and classic rock. My favorite bands are The Avett Brothers, Parsonsfield, Wild Rivers, Greta Van Fleet, and Fleetwood Mac.

*I'm tough, and I'm smart, and most importantly - I'm damn proud of myself. I'm outgoing, and I say what I want when I want. I stick up for others and myself. I do fantastic in school. I work a minimum of two jobs while going to school full-time, and I'll always strive to be the best version of myself possible.

*I want a family that will stick around.

A relationship to you might include visiting a few times a year, and gifts during Christmas, and maybe that's the only relationship you're capable of, but I needed more than that. I needed you to be excited for me. I needed you to be proud of me. I just needed you to be there.

It hurts when I see you, and you talk about your other kids and their life accomplishments and their current struggles while I try to fill you in on my life. Why aren't you capable of listening to me? Why do the other kids come first? Do you talk about me like you talk about them? Sometimes I think I'll never know how you actually feel about me. I guess it doesn't matter.

Sometimes I feel as if I should do more to pursue an actual relationship with you, but do you know how exhausting and sad it is for a nineteen-year-old to piggyback an entire life with a parent their whole life? I didn't bring you into this world. I didn't choose you as my parent - but you did choose to have me. I can't carry a relationship that's never existed, and I'm too tired of being disappointed to try anymore.

I like to think one day work and your new family won't come first. I like to think one day you'll ask about my life with genuine interest. I like to think one day we will find a bond that was somehow hiding between cracks of arguments and two-sided disappointment, but until then I want you to know I'm doing just fine, and if I were you, I'd be so damn proud.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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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.


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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