Oh the parentals.
You know, I feel like I never went through that phase in my life where I didn’t get along with my parents. Maybe it’s just because I was such a well-behaved child. Or maybe it’s just not my personality type to be rebellious. Or maybe it’s because I’m an “old soul.” But I’ve alway had a pretty good relationship with my parents.
My mom is my best friend. I talk to her literally every day. Usually roughly 6 times a day. I call her about everything. Should I buy these shoes? Call Mom. Funny joke, story or experience? Call Mom. Get a sunburn? Call Mom. Ready to pack up and leave? Call Mom. Can I eat fill-in-the-blank and insert-random-number-of-weeks? Call Mom. Stuck in traffic on the freeway? Call Mom. Need a pep talk? Call Mom. Need a reality check? Call Mom. Can I wash jeans with my regular clothes? Call Mom. Run into Joe Jonas/Josh Hutcherson/Andy Grammer/Stephen Colletti/Chelsea Kane/insert-celebrity-name? Call Mom. We don’t really fight. I mean, obviously we get into arguments, but I can’t remember any “I-hate-you” moments. We used to do everything together. Ev-er-ry-thing. When I was in high school we spent a whole lot of time together, like more than what is normal for teenagers. She took me to every football, basketball and soccer game of my high school career. And I know you’re thinking, “hey, lots of parents go to sporting events for/with their children.” But this is different. None of these games were mine. She just took me to them all so I could take pictures. So, we spent a whole lot of time together in the car driving from location to location. Just talking. Or listening to music. It was always fun. She is the reason I had not only a great high school experience, but a great all-around life experience. She’s sacrificed so much for me, and there is no way that I could ever repay that. I just hope to become wealthy enough that one day I can buy her her own private nursing home 😉
My dad and I have not alway had the most friendly relationship. I think it’s because we are so similar. He’s introverted. I’m introverted. He’s stubborn. I’m stubborn. He’s passive-aggressive. I’m passive-aggressive. It’s not really that we ever fight, it’s just that we go weeks without talking. Which is kind of weird. Even when I was still living at home we didn’t talk everyday. I mean, it’s not like we intentionally ignored each other (sometimes that was the case), but we just didn’t talk. We used to watch the History Channel together or sitcoms, but didn’t do a whole lot of talking. Recently though that has gotten better. It think it happened when I started college. Then we only had summers where we were really together, so we started talking more. And now that I’m in LA and don’t see him at all, we still don’t talk, because neither of us is real big on talking on the phone, but we text and talk occasionally. I have a lot to thank my dad for. He’s the reason that music is such a big part of me, and I feel like that without that, I wouldn’t even be me. It used to be that I would just listen to oldies when we were together, because he likes them (obviously) and so do I, but now we are to the point where it’s a two-way street with music sharing. He shares music with me, and I get to share stuff with him.
I have really great parents.