If you knew me in high school, you know that my dad was a "strict" parent. Many of my classmates had the "cool" parents, but not me. I hated that my dad was so strict. I felt like I was treated unfair and I thought I was not getting to have as much fun as all of my friends. But after some time, I've come to realize that the truth is: I am glad my dad was strict.

Whoa... did I really just say that? Yes, I did. It might surprise people to know that having a strict parent was something I could come to appreciate, but by my dad being so strict he kept me out of so much trouble. I saw some of the things that my friends got into and knew that his rules had protected from those experiences. He kept me from making a lot of the stupid decisions that my classmates got in trouble for and even the crazy things he saw other parents letting their kids do. He trusted his morals above anyone else's and helped me find the right path for myself.

Yes, I had a curfew. Yes, I had places I was not allowed to go. Yes, I had to check in and tell him where I was and where I was going. Yes, I could not just leave the house when I wanted to. But at the end of the day, when you are that age you are still a child and your parent has the right to tell you what you are allowed to do. Not only that, but they are telling you those things to help guide you. It might not be fun then, but it is really for the best. Your parents have been through those same confusing years that you are experiencing and have wisdom that can truly benefit you in the long run.

So thank you, Dad, for being a strict parent when I needed one. Thank you for the curfew and the check-ins and the concern you showed me. You kept me out of a lot of trouble and from making a lot of stupid decisions. Your guidance helped me more than I realized and I will never forget the lessons you taught me about making good choices.