Day Three- Your Parents: In Great Detail.

This should be even more fun than yesterday! Can you sense the sarcasm?

 

My Mom and Dad are pretty cool. They aren’t strict. But I don’t really give them a reason to be. Mine and my Dad’s personalities are almost identical. That isn’t always a good thing. My Mom, however, has the same personality as my sister. Which causes problems. Both of my parents work very hard to make sure my sister and I have anything we could ever need. They always have. I used to be a total “Daddy’s Girl”. Now I am close with both, I somehow manage to be distant though. I have never been grounded or really in trouble. Neither of my parents scare me. My Dad , like me, can have a temper, and doesn’t let anyone see his emotions. I guess that is where I get it. He is very smart and analytical. He grew up in Wharton, Texas. He had a sucky childhood, so in turn makes sure my sister and I get to do what we want to. I hardly know his side of the family. Though he denies it, this makes him sad. I know he is very proud of my sister and I, though he doesn’t always show it. We argue quite a bit. And we are both too stubborn to walk away from an easy argument. I think my favorite times with him were when I was about seven to ten. We would go camping and fishing. Sometimes we would take my brother and make a bonding thing out of it. I just really enjoyed having a Dad that did stuff with me. Not that he doesn’t now. We still camp and fish and such. Things are just a little more hectic now. He is always more than willing to teach me something. Whether it be about cars, the horses, or what have you. He’s a good guy.

My mom grew up totally different than my dad, or even us. She grew up in Conroe, Texas. The thing I most admire about my mother is how selfless she is. She always puts herself last. No matter what. Living with my dad and myself is hard for her. We tend to take advantage of how much she does for us. We are working on it though. We go through weird spells of getting along and then not. She is religious. She would be happier if I were too. She has a sister and brother also. Though she is the middle child, she is the only responsible one. We take care of my Nannie, her mom. I would say we have a good relationship..On a good day? We know exactly how to push each other’s buttons though. My mom is always there to listen. I miss when she would pick me up from school, because the entire way home I would just ramble about my day. But she never minded. She still doesn’t. She lets me rant about anything, never judging me. 

Both of my parents are tall.. I am not. Strange. So yeah. I love my parents dearly. I know they are proud of me. We kind of have more of a friend relationship than anything, but I still know they make the rules. They rock. :D

That wasn’t so bad!

peace

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