My parents are seriously my two biggest supporters. I know everyone says that, and everyone deserves that, but I honestly believe I’m blessed, specifically.

Both of my parents came from families that definitely did their best to give them all that they needed, but they both had to work really hard to get where they are now. They went through an enormous amount of trials and tribulations to try to establish a life for themselves and ultimately, for me. For this, I am eternally grateful.

Throughout the course of my life, I’ve had a variety of interests ranging from singing, to sports, to writing. During my teenage years, I was involved in a number of singing groups and organizations and I basically had a show every weekend. I kid you not, without fail, at least one of my parents would be at every single one of those shows. If I had to estimate how many shows there were over the course of 6 years, it would probably be over 200.

When I decided to switch my area of study from music to journalism when I went away to college, they were nothing but supportive the entire time. They helped me with my college applications, how to tailor my resume to be more journalism centered, and were always on me making sure I was on the right track.

My parents have also always made me feel like I can talk to them. They may not want to hear everything I have to tell them, and I absolutely have made my fair share of mistakes, but I never felt too afraid or uncomfortable to tell them. As a result, I have a great relationship with both of them. The relationship I have with my dad is different than the one I have with my mom, but for everything I can’t go to one for, I can go to the other for.

I was raised by two beautiful, intelligent, and truly loving people. They definitely have their flaws, just like anyone, but I love them and will always love them nonetheless, and I will never be able to thank them enough for everything they have done for me.