My Parents

June 8, 2000

My parents are complete opposites. My father is the kind of person I can tell basically anything to without worrying about him getting paranoid about every little thing. My mother is the kind of person who you have to watch mostly everything you say other wise she will relate that to ten other things that day which aren't good.

I tell my father everything and don't have to worry. He is understanding that I am growing up and sets reasonable rules that he trusts me to respect. He lets me do many things while not letting me completely free. I can trust him to always be there. If he doesn't approve of something I do, he doesn't yell at me he just gives me advice and expects me to do the right thing within reason. My Father makes it so I want to get his permission for things and would not be able to lie to him or go behind his back without feeling completely guilty and thinking about how lucky I am to have him and how much freedom he gives me especially compare to my mom.

I tell my mother hardly anything. What I do tell her is the watered down version of the most humble thing that happened to me that day. If she doesn't want me to do something she's always suspecting me of doing it and makes sure she knows everything that's going on. She's the kind of person who if I cuss one time she will lecture me about not becoming a bad person and that low class people say those things, even though I occasionally hear them from her as well. She is too careful with me, she doesn't give me any space or freedom. She would rather have me stay at home all weekend than have one uncertain plan of mine to worry about. She doesn't take into account that I'm growing up and need to experience new things.

The most important thing is that I know that both of my parents care about me even though they have different ways of showing it. I am grateful that I have both of my parents with me which is more than some people can say.