At this point in my life, I’m considered an adult. Yes, maybe sometimes I don’t completely act like it, but that’s part of life, right? As I’m growing up, I realize just how much you did for me. And, for that, I need to truly thank you – something I don’t think I’ve appropriately done to date.
Dad, thank you for telling me what I’m capable of. For giving me the support that I needed to build a dream to chase after. And for believing that I have the talent to reach my goals.
Mom, thank you for making me realize that I’m worth everything in this world. That I must be treated like a queen, and that I should never settle for less than what I deserve.
Dad, thank you for spending countless hours after you got home from work each night to teach me math that I wasn’t going to learn in school for a few years later. It kept me challenged and ahead of the class.
Mom, thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on when boys broke my heart, and to let me know that my world wasn’t crashing down around me – as much as I believed it was at the time.
Dad, thank you for coaching me from the sidelines before, during, and after every soccer game. I never had a truly good game until you told me I did.
Mom, thank you for standing up for me from the sidelines, and yelling at other moms when their daughters tried to fight me on the field. To show me to never back down against a bully, and to give them a taste of their own medicine.
Dad, thank you for getting mad at me when my report card didn’t have high enough grades. For making me realize that I can put more time into my work and improve my performance as a result.
Mom, thank you for getting to know my friends – all of them – to make sure that I was choosing them wisely. That I was continually surrounding myself with respectable and responsible people through each and every phase of my life.
Dad, thank you for letting me help you work on the cars in the driveway and show me how to change my own oil. I may have only had to do this once in my life, but at least I didn’t look like an idiot while I was doing it.
Mom, thank you for passing on your belief in greater things that are entirely out of my control. That everything happens for a reason, and we’ll one day figure out why. That there are moments we experience that provide comfort and a sense of self that we can’t explain.
Dad, thank you for being so strict with your rules that I missed out on some moments that could have led me down the wrong path. For standing your ground when I begged to go somewhere or do something that, in hindsight, could have introduced me to things that would jeopardize my future forever.
Mom, thank you for laughing at my kindergarten teacher when they said I was going to struggle in life because I couldn’t gallop – for seeing through this bullshit and recognizing I was more capable than what acting like an animal in the hallways “proves”.
Dad, thank you for understanding when I take a leap of faith. And for supporting me in my journey even if it doesn’t seem logical at times. For recognizing that it’s what I need to do, and hearing me out.
Mom, thank you for your personality. For sharing your love of life, sense of humor, excitement for every experience, ability to befriend a stranger, and courage to look fear directly in the face until it backs down.
Dad, thank you for your love of sports – both in watching and playing them. For raising me as a tomboy, and showing me what a true sports fan looks like.
Mom, thank you for showing me the female ropes. Giving me tips on how to dress like a girl, and do my makeup properly. For teaching me manners and how to act like a lady.
Dad, thank you for showing me what hard work looks like. For showing me that nothing comes easy, and that countless hours of blood, sweat and tears really does pay off.
Mom, thank you for showing me what a true battle looks like. For never giving up and for still being an active, involved, dedication mother to my sister and me, even when you clearly didn’t have the energy to do so.
Dad, thank you for showing me how a man should treat a woman. For proving that chivalry isn’t dead, and giving me baseline expectations for the very least of what I should accept.
Mom, thank you for showing me how to fight for what I believe in. In life, love, and everything in between. For giving me the strength to stand up for myself and expect nothing less than the very best.
To both of you, Mom and Dad, thank you for showing me true love in its rarest form, what it feels like, and how it can extend beyond life’s obstacles and challenges.
Without each of you, I’d be nowhere near the person I am – and the person I’m still working on becoming. There aren’t enough words in the world to express my appreciation, but I think this is a good start. I owe you one.