Describe your relationship with your parents.
I love my parents so much. Still, I have to confess that this prompt was among the most daunting of the thirty things. How can I, in a few measly paragraphs, capture all that my parents are to me? Well, here's to giving it the old college try.
Mom. From an outside perspective, my mom is a bit overbearing. We talk twice a day, we have most of the same Facebook friends, she follows me on Twitter... But anyone on the inside will tell you that while she is my mother, she is also one of my best friends, and in what world would your best friend not do all those things? My mother is a warrior. She is a beautiful, brilliant, accomplished and highly educated woman who is capable of doing absolutely anything she sets her mind to. For the last twenty-three years, she has put her mind to being the world's best wife and mother. How lucky am I? By example, my mom has taught me what is most important in life, and that's love. Love for God and love for those around you. Every day I lean on my mom for guidance on how to be the best disciple, wife, daughter and friend that I can be. She is the reason that I cannot wait to be a mom myself. Though I'm still very much a work in progress, I know that I am an infinitely better woman for having been blessed to be daughter and friend to my momma.
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.'
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." Proverbs 31.29-30
Dad. Like every other daddy's girl, my father has always been my hero. He's a huge guy and intimidates most without even trying...so in my eyes, he has always been an actual, from-another-planet-bullet-dodging-man-of-steel super hero. I remember visiting my dad in the hospital when I was in middle school. He was fine, I honestly don't even remember what was wrong, but they had him hooked up to a nasal cannula and when I saw him lying in the hospital bed with tubes up his nose, I couldn't help but break down in tears. It was then that I was forced to acknowledge my hero's mortality, and I wasn't ready. In the years since, I've gotten older and have slowly but surely come to grips with the fact that my dad is not only mortal, he's human and like every other human he makes mistakes, HUGE ones and tiny ones, alike. There have been moments in which I worried that my father's weaknesses and mistakes meant he couldn't be my hero anymore, but through great conversations, studying out the heroes of the bible and rewatching the Batman movies, I've learned that heroes are not defined by a lack of flaws, but by their character and strength in spite of all the weaknesses. I love my dad so much, and as long as he's fighting he will be my hero
"Real heroes are men who fall and fail and are flawed, but win out in the end because they've stayed true to their ideals and beliefs and commitments."