With the events that have transpired this past week (Read here) and the loss of my grandfather last month, I am reminded just how lucky I am to have two parents & two step-parents who are very much a part of my life.
My mah is always the first one I call. She has always been a quiet, but firm supporter behind any decision that I have made in my life-even when I'm pretty sure she's thought to herself, "what the heck is my daughter thinking? She wants to whaaaat?" She's always let me figure things out for myself, and I appreciate the freedom she has allowed me to do so. And when things haven't gone as planned, or when I just need my mah..I know that I can call her and she will be there.
Mah & Bob
As an adult, I look back on my childhood of which was spent with my dad working out of town all week, only coming home on weekends--and can appreciate and understand that sacrifice that he made much more than I could as a kid. It couldn't have been easy for him. But he did it, because he loved us. He did it so he could provide for us. He did it, because that's just what dads do. From watching him, I have learned what hard work and sacrifice is all about.
Because of my parents, I had a wonderful childhood. Both were involved with my #1 passion, gymnastics. I think in my entire career, from ages 10-20, they maybe missed two meets, tops. No matter where my dad had been working the week prior, he would hop in his truck at quitting time so he could join my mom in the bleachers at my Saturday morning meets.
I am thankful that throughout my childhood and teens, my parents were married. They divorced shortly after I left for college, and have since added step parents into my life, who have sweetly adapted to inheriting two adult children into their lives.
Pop & Mary
Thank you mom & pop for always being there for me. Love you.