Thankful // Thursday // Parents
Parents. As a child, I looked up to my parents. I looked up to everyone physically, but in a metaphorical sense, I looked up to my parents most of all. I was bold at moments with stories that went on for hours as I bubbled in conversation. I wanted to know everything and be everywhere and never miss out on anything. I wanted to taste the world and all its fruit. I was adventurous and free-spirited. I spoke my mind, even when my mind was wrong. I was determined beyond anything sensible and had a strong sense of right and wrong. I was this way because it was who I was and my parents cultivated me in this way. They encouraged me to grow and allowed me to flourish. They gave me the opportunity to experiment and taught me the grace to fail. They showed me what it meant to press on through their stories of endurance. I grew up knowing what it meant to work hard and not give up. I was taught to do my best and I was taught that occasionally we must concede and in those moments I was taught how to do it with grace.
There were moments when my introversion overpowered my curiosity and I hid away in the swirls of my mother's skirts. I found sanctuary in the soft cotton rainbows and there is still something comforting about wrapping myself up in blankets every now and again to escape the chaos of this world. Even in the worst of moments, my mother was there for me to run to and I always knew that if I ever did something, anything, I would receive love first. Sometimes that love was demonstrated through correction of my behavior, but the correction was in love.
Through anecdotes of a matriarch of a family who showed amazing grace to everyone she met and a patriarch who humbly sewed blankets for each of his great grandchildren, I was taught about family, grace, love, hard work. I was told of a humble tailor couple who hemmed and sewed all seven of their children to a better life: a college education and a move across the Pacific to America. They worked hard so their children didn't have to and in doing so, they taught their children how to work hard at everything they did. My father graduated college debt-free because he worked full-time and was a full-time student.
My parents paid for our whole wedding. They support me even now when I am in Houston and they are in San Diego. They dealt with me in high school when I was a complete brat. They desire for us to be good Christians that they raised us to be.
I am so grateful for my parents becasue they made me into the woman I am today. I had a great example of what to look for in a husband and how to be a good wife. They taught me about Jesus and set great examples. As a new parent I aspire to be as loving, forgiving, and wonderful as my parents.
There were moments when my introversion overpowered my curiosity and I hid away in the swirls of my mother's skirts. I found sanctuary in the soft cotton rainbows and there is still something comforting about wrapping myself up in blankets every now and again to escape the chaos of this world. Even in the worst of moments, my mother was there for me to run to and I always knew that if I ever did something, anything, I would receive love first. Sometimes that love was demonstrated through correction of my behavior, but the correction was in love.
Through anecdotes of a matriarch of a family who showed amazing grace to everyone she met and a patriarch who humbly sewed blankets for each of his great grandchildren, I was taught about family, grace, love, hard work. I was told of a humble tailor couple who hemmed and sewed all seven of their children to a better life: a college education and a move across the Pacific to America. They worked hard so their children didn't have to and in doing so, they taught their children how to work hard at everything they did. My father graduated college debt-free because he worked full-time and was a full-time student.
My parents paid for our whole wedding. They support me even now when I am in Houston and they are in San Diego. They dealt with me in high school when I was a complete brat. They desire for us to be good Christians that they raised us to be.
I am so grateful for my parents becasue they made me into the woman I am today. I had a great example of what to look for in a husband and how to be a good wife. They taught me about Jesus and set great examples. As a new parent I aspire to be as loving, forgiving, and wonderful as my parents.
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