When I was young, I looked at my parents and thought that they could do anything. They were the people that constantly amazed me with the little things they could do, like always finding something when a 5 year old child's mind couldn't figure out where it had been placed, or with the click of their fingers and the flick of the frying pan could make me something so tasty I looked at them in awe. Do you remember that age? Where your parents could do no wrong, and it's like they could accomplish everything.
Being a free spirit of 15 years old, I tend to wonder what happened to that gorgeous obliviousness. As a child, things were less complicated - if you fell down and scraped your knee, tears would form in your eyes and that was pain. Not the crap that we have to feel now, which is emotional pain. Being a kid I didn't know all that, and when I grew up to the age I am now, I realised that my parent's were not magicians, but were kind hearted, and calm people who were trying their best to raise four kids.
There's one particular person I would like to pinpoint in this random post. As you all know, I don't really talk about my personal life, my family, my friends, any of that. But this post is just to show my love and respect for one person. My dad.
My dad Vic is frankly one of the most extraordinary people I have ever met. A lot of how I have learnt to be the person I am today is from what this man has taught me. I was always in awe of my dad, from the way he would sing me Moon Shadow by Cat Stevens, or his ability to run so many things at once, and still have time for my whole family. From when I was a little girl, he would never be too busy for me, to have father daughter time, even though there are three other siblings that fought for his love.
Naturally, I am a very talkative person. But when it comes to confrontation, or telling somebody how I feel, I SUCK. There are so many times, when I know that I could have helped my parents, or done something to make it easier for them and to tell them how much I love them, I haven't. All I am saying is, never waste the time that you have with your family. You may get to a stage of your life, where you're so caught up in all the new flourishing things that accompany your lifestyle, that you forget about the people that loved you from the start, especially your dad and mum.
Even though I love every single one of my family members equally and especially my mother with her beautiful bright exuberance, my dad has always been the one that left me speechless at every little action he would do. He's the one that I have always looked up to for praise and support and he would always have the right thing to say, no matter what situation I would be caught up in. My dad works so hard for all of us, to make sure that we have everything that we need and I am blessed to call him my father. I mean sure there are some times where I get angry at him for a mixed plan, or for just little minority teen problems but - don't we all?
I guess you could say that I am lucky to have parents so lovely and considerate, people that put their children first and worked hard for them to have a loving house and strong education. They say that actions speak louder than words, and ever since I was a child, love was thickly aroma-ed in the course of the air.
I have always had a very loving and close knit family. No matter how far away my sister is, or where I am, I can always know that my family will be there for me and support my decisions as a growing woman. Being this crazy kid that just wants to go out and see the world, feel and breathe the emotions and experiences I know that are out there, I need my family to keep me level - headed about the decisions I make.
Love your parents. We are so busy growing up that we forget that they are growing older, and there is nothing worse than not having enough time. Never forget how much your parents love you.