The farthest I have ever lived from my parents is 45 min. Safe to say, I have always been able to go home whenever I wanted to or needed to. There have been many days where I have been able to meet up with my mom for lunch, or go shopping! There have been many nights where my parents come to visit me and take my friends and me to supper.
I grew up with at least one parent able to make it to my games or choir concerts if not both, and the other parent going to whatever activity my brothers had. I’ve always had their support. And I can’t thank them enough.
They even support me when I make the crazy decision to go to 11 different countries without them. And I think that’s going to be the toughest part. For the past 6 years, I’ve had my parents all to myself, because my brothers have been more than three hours away for college and their lives.
For the past 6 years, my parents and I have grown closer than I realized. We’ve been through a lot. We survived a move from one town to another. And we even survived a hail storm so bad it broke 11 windows! I’ve been able to talk to them like I would a friend. And they’ve given me so much wisdom and encouragements.
I am sad that on this next adventure they will not be physically going with me. But I do know that they will still be with me in every decision I make and every thought that I have. I know that my mom will be praying day and night for me. And I know that my dad will be telling EVERYBODY what I’m doing.
I have been blessed. MY parents are a bit different than most. Some people are born into their families. But, I was born in Guatemala and my parents were from a small town in Nebraska. But here I am, adopted and chosen by my parents. I find this small fact has a huge impact on my life. And it’s the exact same feeling I get, knowing that God has adopted me in much the same way.
