To My Dad Who Taught Me How To Be Independent

To My Dad Who Taught Me How To Be Independent

You always taught me that there are three kinds of people in the world: sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves.

Growing up, you inspired me to take every chance possible to travel across the states, Europe, and Mexico. I was taught how to be a lady and a decent person. Although, there are a few things I will never forget that you taught me that impact me daily.

1. You taught me how to defend myself.

Colleges of today do not allow students to carry guns, or knives, not even pepper spray around campus for defense. Ignoring the fact that there are classes going on past 9 pm at night, leaving girls and guys, walking to cars alone in the dark. This is why I am thankful for you teaching me how to defend myself. I constantly have these things going through my head:

1. Do to not be on my phone when walking, if I am attentive then I am less of a target.

2. If someone jumps me, my elbows can cut easily.

I remember watching shows on television showing me how to flip someone and defend myself. Things I will never forget.

2. Stand up for others.

You always taught me that there are three kinds of people in the world: sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves. That is how I live my life, constantly thriving to be a sheep dog, to help people when it is needed.

3. I know how to handle guns.

Growing up in the south, guns are not an uncommon topic. You used to turn on shows with men and women training at ranges, they would discuss different types of guns, and how to handle them. While we watched this, we would eat garlic noodles, then take apart pistols to clean. Although I would always make you paranoid that I was doing it wrong. But it taught me to be confident with them, and that it is just a machine, a tool. We would go to gun shows so you could educate me on the benefits of different types of guns. How AR’s have different length uppers, and how we could build one together if we wanted. How there are some pistols more compact than others for concealed carry, and how it takes major responsibility to use one. Also, even though I was too young to have a gun at the time, I would always look forward to the marble man. Therefore, I still have a collection of marbles from every trip we made.

4. Teaching me how to drive

Growing up with a dad who is a mechanic, loved racing motorcycles, and is a car enthusiast, it was expected I would pick up a few things. I remember going to motorcycle shows and staring at Suzuki Hayabusa's and Kawasaki ninjas. You told me once to watch out for the engine and exhaust because I’ll get burned, well, as a kid my leg touched it. I have the mark still. So I will forever remember not listening.

When I turned 15 I got my permit, and I remember driving your Toyota Tundra in an empty parking lot with you freaking out every second because you are so particular. Because of that, I learned how to feel the vehicle I drive. I remember you telling me to always look out for people on motorcycles, and I always keep an eye out. I even specifically ride behind them so nobody else will make a mistake and hit them.

5. Basic car maintenance

Being in college means I will not always have you there to help me when my car has issues. You taught me how to check my oil, my antifreeze, tire pressure, and even how to change a tire. May I say, I have had rotten luck with all of these things in the last three years, but they are basic things I am so happy to have had you to teach me.

I think when soon-to-be fathers hear they are going to have a daughter, their minds imagine treating them like a princess, dressing them in pink tutus, and singing Disney songs. Although there are things every female needs to know, whether they may be more attributed to guys learning than girls, every girl needs a dad who will teach them how to be independent. Of which, I am proud to say mine did.

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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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