Been up since 7:30 and still going...what? Thus is the life of a college student. Today I went through classes, have been to the bookstore three times, sat through class, had a long talk with Carrie, took a nap, went to Moes, went to the Anderson mall...which consists of absolutely NOTHING...and have done homework. Jam packed day full of fun. *insert sarcastic looking emoji here*
Throughout the day I was so focused on just getting things done that I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings.
Tonight, while waiting to go to Moes in Cathryn's room, she had been on the phone with her parents talking about a book mishap, yada yada yada. Then Kalyn, Cathryn, and I got on the topic about how our parents felt about our grades, etc. which brings me to my thankful thing for today.
My parents have never pushed for Christopher and I to have straight-A's. My mom and dad always told us that they were proud of us as long as we tried our hardest, and did our best.
My parents have never set a curfew for my brother and I, but they expect us to be respectful on time when we'd be coming in the garage door that has this God-awful squeak. My parents have never questioned where we were going as long as they knew who we were with, and we kept them updated for safety reasons. My parents always tell us they're proud of us, and have literally broken their backs for my brother and I to have an education whether it was at Glenforest, and the Art Institute for Toph, or AU for myself. My parents took me to softball practice, band practice, church, volleyball practice, and to tournaments for softball. We went to Carolina games, numerous bowl games, took my brother to Atlanta and to West Virginia for trips, they drove all the way to DC and back TWICE in 2011 so I could attend a Youth Leadership Forum on National Security, and have even paid for two cars for my brother and one for me not to mention their own vehicles.
My parents are some of the "rare few" as I like to call it. In today's society, the common thing is divorce, or multiple marriages. Though throughout the hardships my parents have faced together, whether it was my dad fighting cancer, my grandparents fighting cancer, my brother's diagnosis, trying to keep me busy and sane, my moms parents as they get older, no matter what, they always have each others backs.
I remember asking my mom many times, if they kept fighting why don't they just get a divorce? She always had some smart response like "because I've stuck with him this long, a few more years won't kill me," or "when I married your daddy, your Grandma Mary said no take backs, so I'm stuck with him." Through it all, my mom and dad have kept this sense of humility and humor in their marriage.
There's just some things I don't understand, and one of those is my parent's relationship, and how they've dealt with each other for the past *almost* 30 years...but they have. I know I always say, "my first marriage will be my only marriage" but seriously...I get tired of people after a certain length of time. Shoot even breaks for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Summer...when I'm home, and fall and spring break are too long for me to handle my whole family, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
One of my moms most quotable bible verses is
Proverbs 22:6- "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he shall not depart from it." If I do say so myself, my parents have done a
phenomenal job raising a high-functioning Autistic kid, and his little sister who would go to bed fearing for her life. And I couldn't be more thankful for that.
Blessed immeasurably more,
LG.