Mis padres means “my parents” in Spanish. Oh, how I love my parents. I grew up in a house where my parents weren’t friends. They were parents. It wasn’t always easy talking to them. Or understanding why they did certain things but the older I get, the more I understand their lessons. Being a parent is flipping hard. And nothing can prepare you for it.
My parents did the best they could and for that, I’m thankful. I’m thankful for the sacrifices that they made for me. I am thankful for their pushes, their understanding and their encouragement. It was crazy embarrassing but I am thankful that my Dad, who was a speaker at my college graduation, made me stand up in a sea of hundreds of fellow graduates so that he could have everyone clap for me. I am thankful that when I was in a bind and had no car to get around my Mom simply gave me hers and got another one for herself. I moved away at 18 but I am thankful that I have two 2 houses that I can still call home.
I am my parents’ favorite child. I am the oldest and therefore the best. Obvs. 😎
Both pictures were taken at my baby shower last year.