After pondering it a little more, I decided I didn't care what sport they play as long as he or she is healthy and I raise them with knowledge. I started thinking about how my parents raised me. They gave me every single opportunity to do whatever I wanted. I never ever went with out. And I realized the 3 stages I have had to so far with my parents.
Stage 1: Being a kid and wanting to spend every minute with them and wanting to be grow up just like them.
Stage 2: Being a teenager and "hating" them. I swore they were ruining my life and I wish they would just emancipate me already. I was better off with out them anyways.
And Stage 3: Realizing they were right about EVERYTHING!!! They told you, you would regret that facial piercing, being with that boyfriend you swore you were "going to marry one day", moving out because you decided to slack in college, thus getting on probation and not being able to get a loan again. So you had a choice to pay rent or move out. Not paying enough attention in church when I was teenager, thus making my relationship with God so distant. Telling me "nothing good happens past midnight" thus me getting a $300 curfew ticket and being arrested when I was 16. My parents were right about every choice and decision I had made. My dad could predict exactly what was going to happen before it did. He told me to always take care of body so I could go to college on a Cheer leading scholarship and to keep my grades up. But my friends were more important so now I am paying for college with my own money. I kick myself sometimes for not listening, but I wouldn't change a thing about my life now.
I'm getting everything back on track. My relationship with my Parents and God is stronger than ever.
I WILL be back in school in the summer.
I just have to keep having faith and just stop, take a deep breath sometimes, and think of what the right choice would be.
Time to get things done today, but I'm not done here.
I'm still breathing
--april
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