We are the people our parents warned us about.

Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail

I have been thinking this one over and over in my head all day.
How do I describe my parents in great detail without being angsty and without being overly sappy?

1. I remember my mom being around the most when we growing up. I do not hate or feel anything bad towards my father for this. At one time I think I did. It was a trying time. I was a teenager so I felt bad things toward everything. But what I do remember of my dad from my early years was nothing but good. The same goes for my mom, mostly.
a. My dad almost always came home from work with little treats. Crayons, Chaney cheese rolls, Babries after trips to swap meets, drawings, old finals for us to try and fill in the answers to, and he would always do this weird dance when he came out of the gas station, bringing us poprocks.
b. My mom did everything for us and with us. We were obviously her life, what she lived for, whereever she was, we were right there too. No matter what (I mean that too, even the tough shit we were there for. I think the only time she was without us until we were in our teens was when she took my dad to Houston for his surgery).
c. My mom can just get angry sometimes and sometimes its... I mean. If I had two very young kids and my dad was dying and I found out I was pregnant a third time... Well. shits tough. I don't hold any grudges towards anything.

2. I suppose that everyone goes through a period of not talking to one or both parents. I don't think I held a conversation longer than 2 minutes with my dad from 8th til 12th grade. I had a lot of shit going on. I didn't talk much to anyone. But then one day my dad was driving me home from dance class and he played this song, some song he had really loved and just thought I would like to hear. It was Isn't Life Strange by the Moody Blues and it ended as we got home and he just said to me, "I really don't know what I said or did to make you this mad towards me, but I am sorry for whatever it was and I do not want us to live our lives like this. I just want to talk." Well, I cried and still kinda hated him or whatever, but I realized, he's my dad. If I am just like him, I should not resent this, he has had a really cool life and an admirable one at that. I learned to see my dad, not just as my dad, he was a human being, just like me and through fate/genetics/science/God whatever, we were forced to live together. He was just a person, like me, and if I had been the same age as him, we would have been BFF so fuck it. He's the only dad I have and the only one I will get, I am being stupid to carry on like this. So now my dad and I are Bff. Duh. All my best stories have been told to me first by him.

3. My mom and I tried and I think we also convinced most people that we were extremely close and talked about everything. Truth is, I am scared to tell her most things. I hate it and wish it wasn't like it, but I think we've hidden so long behind these "beliefs" in something that really isn't there... Well I don't know. I wish it had been resolved long ago. I still talk to my mom a lot. Don't get me wrong, I think she is a wonderful person, because like I did with my dad, I learned to see her as a person, not just as my mom. Which I think is really important. I wish that we could see past the titles we put on people in our lives. My mom can't just be that person who does and does and does everything for everyone else. She needs to take care of herself too, because, well she matters too! I don't know. Do I wish we were closer? Do I wish we could tell each other everything? Yes! But am I okay and happy with the way things are? Yes.

I love my parents, they really did the best they could with us and I couldn't be happier.
Sure, we got shit. What fucking family doesn't? If you don't fuck your kids up a little bit, you didn't do your job.
But I didn't starve, I was never beaten blind, nor did I have to overcome so horrific post traumatic shit. I had a good life and was always allowed to express myself. They let us be who and what we wanted to be. Despite everything, anything I have a problem with, I will always appreciate this the most: my parents have helped guide me into the happiest version of myself that I am today, and they accept this person and love this person. What else could be better?

Famous quotes:
ME: "I HATE YOU!"
My MOM: "I still love you!!!!"

My DAD: "For a long time I was celibate because this woman I was dating broke my heart bad. Christmas was the worst. The most depressing time and it was for a few years, but then I met your mom. My life got better and the winters got easier. We didn't want kids, but then one day we had you. And then your sister, your brother. And every year the Christmas's got better and they became fun and I never ever regretted having you guys.

I love Karen and Hitch.
End of story.