The Day I Call Myself A Parent.
Can I be honest for a second: I can not wait for that day when I can call myself a dad. It’s weird, but I look at my parents and I can not wait to love someone just as much as I know they love me. At the same time, it’s terrifying because I think everyone has a fear that they should never be trusted with the responsibility of the life of an another human being. It is hard to imagine how someone who can hardly keep their own life in track can one day care for and protect a child from the dangers of this world.
I can not help but wonder what kind of parent I will become after being so critical of the two who help raise me to be the person I am today. I wonder what lessons I will of inherited from my parents and pass down to my children. I wonder if I will have those qualities that I know kids just hate, such as being over protective, strict, or always comparing thing to “back in the day”.
Most of all, I can’t wait for the day I can call myself a parent because I think that will the moment I will fully appreciate my mom and dad. I’ll appreciate the sacrifices they made for me, the difficult choice they faced when no answer seemed like the right one, and why they did have to push me as hard as they could so I could be ready for this world. I will appreciate how they taught me from right and wrong, I’ll understand how difficult it is to make choices that were made to help me become the best I could be, and most of all, I’ll truly appreciate how much they love me; the type of love that is exclusive between parent and child; the type of love that no words can describe.