Last day of the break and it is not even that cold out but the frustration of pseudo- Monday is clouding my thoughts, I am acting grumpy for no reason. Well, maybe the fact that I spilled some of that pizza sauce on my clean sweatshirt might have something to do with it but I am in denial because I have no desire to think about how I look like I went to La Tomatina Festival. All because I was not patient enough to just wait for 5 minutes to eat. If there is anything more dangerous than texting- driving combination, that is eating-driving; it only creates tension since the pizza will look like it has been attacked by the Tasmanian Monster.
I just really wanted some melted cheese with sauce, okay?
So here I am, looking at the empty box, a blank Word document that was supposed to be a 5-page Greek Philosophy paper 2 hours ago, the stains, books scattered around and my water bottle with a few gulps of water to drink in the bottom. My mom is texting me, asking me how I am doing, if I had lunch, if I ate healthy, if I am warm, if I am wearing socks… My dad, joining to the conversation that my mom is leading, making sarcastic comments to tease my mom with a hint of real concern. Talking about healthy, I forgot to water Emily’s plants. *Sigh*
Reader, please stop here. I am not bringing a grotesque perspective to the college life. Many would advise here that if you find yourself in that position, this is where you should turn to your faith; as for me, I will tell you to turn to your family.
We all have different situations and I am fully aware of that; how unique your circumstances, I don’t know. But I just wanted to take this post to say a few words about family… My mom was 34 when she held me for the first time in her arms, of course we were familiar with each other before that, but from where I stand, it is a position I would be in, in 13 years. In a human life, that is not that much. As for my dad, he was just as amateur, even maybe less; all puzzled with the fact that there is a small human being pooping in his car and he is okay with that. 13 years ago from that point they were just like me; they made mistakes, they got frustrated for no reason and they did not know anything about their futures. I, personally, applaud how they evolved in such an incredible way; going from hippie activist life to parents who did not forget to feed the baby or water the plants like I did. Yes, meanwhile we grew up to learn more significant things like holding the fork and talking but they grew up with us and learned how to love unconditionally. We got trained for all, they figured it out themselves.
So all the high schoolers out there, for once, forget what happened; forget that your mom grounded you because you didn’t clean your room; forget that your dad didn’t let you skip the practice to go to your crush’s birthday; forget what they said when they saw your latest report card; forget what you said to them when they didn’t let you go to the movies by yourself… They are irrelevant now, just forget them. Instead, go say “thank you” to your mom and dad, say “thank you” for whatever they did because the person you’ve become, you’ve become because of their mistakes, their efforts, their support, their disciplinary system, their challenges. Presumingly, if you are reading this blog, it means you are considering Hope College; given that’s the case, you know you are not in such a bad spot. So go say thank you for… Anything… For doing the laundry, for ordering pizza when mom is not home, for washing the dishes, for trying to make it to the dinner table during a very busy time at work, for not sleeping when you were coughing your lungs out, for getting upset with you when you ditched school, for the memories… Literally anything.
Say thank you. Give them a hug. Tell them you love them just for growing up with you. Hold their hands, like they have been holding yours for years now.
Don’t forget, your parents’ questioning capabilities are infinite; but so is their love.