What do you love about your parents?
My parents are special, incredible people. They've loved me through it all: elementary school, talent shows, the rough middle school years, high school, high school theatre, and now, through college. They've loved me without question. Without hesitation. Without a doubt. They have been there for every band concert, every theatre show, every talent show, every choir concert, and even basketball games when I was little.
My parents have taught me the importance of consistency and reliability: when someone needs you, you show up. I love that they have been my biggest supporters. Doesn't matter how big or small the success or heartbreak is: when I landed the job with the church, they celebrated. When I get a good grade on a test, they celebrate. When I am sick, they pray for me. When I am upset, they comfort me.
I love my mom for teaching me how to cook and making me comfortable in the kitchen. I have such sweet memories of baking cookies and pies and helping her make dinner... And making a huge mess in the kitchen. She would simply smile and we'd clean up later. She taught me that it's okay to make a mess, you just have to learn how to clean it up. I love my mom for teaching me that strength isn't always loud and ferocious; it can be soft and as simple as praying for someone else.
I love my mom for teaching me the value of laughter. There have been many tired nights of chatting and laughing so hard we're crying. I am grateful for all of our mother-daughter dates: whether it be shopping at the mall, going out to lunch, grabbing a coffee, or even just grocery shopping. I am grateful for her heart for me.
I love my dad for teaching me how to serve people. How to love the one in front of you, and to put yourself second. I am grateful for the way he serves others: whether that's through a hug, taking time to pray with them, or even just offering some encouragement. I am grateful for his listener's heart. He has taught me the value of allowing others to unburden themselves; he is a safety raft in the middle of a nasty storm to many. I am grateful for the way he has taught me to laugh; life shouldn't be so serious all the time. I am thankful that he filled my childhood with music, singing silly songs around the piano. I am grateful for the ways he has picked me up and encouraged me to keep going when I don't think the sun is going to rise the next day.
The sun always comes up again, friends. Each day is a fresh start to keep pressing forward, and to try again.
My parents are a beautiful example of love. They are an incredible example of what it means to serve and support others. I am so, so beyond blessed that the Lord gave me these two for parents!