When I was a rebellious teeanger, I was just like every other kid I knew, thinking that my parents were just clueless. They were the enemy, always getting in the way of what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go, and who I wanted to be with. I felt like their one and only job in life was to make my life miserable, ruin my good time, and nag me relentlessly. I was oh so smart, and they were oh so backwards. Funny thing about getting older, though. As you get older, your parents get smarter. And after you have children of your own, you find out that they were pretty damn brilliant! I'm not saying that my parents got it ALL right. They made mistakes, just like all moms and dads do. But at the end of the day, I can say that they did 95 percent of it pretty close to perfect. I have found out in the last 20 years or so that I was one of the lucky ones in that respect. I have heard horror stories of nightmarish childhoods, broken dreams, and the betrayed trust that many kids experience at the hands of people who were ill-equipped for parenthood. How fortunate I was to have been born into a loving household, with parents who truly loved me and wanted what was best for me. Parents who loved me enough to say no, to discipline me when I needed it, and to praise me to the high heavens when I deserved it even just a little bit. I have always received unconditional love from them, even when I was completely unlovable. I always felt respect for my parents, and I have always felt respected by them as well. I have always been able to turn to them for help, no matter what the trouble. And they can rest assured that when the time comes when they need my help, I will go to the ends of the earth for them. God gave me the best parents in the world. I know this to be true, because I have about 50 more young ladies all over the United States who will attest to that fact. So today, I am thankful for my mother and my father. They are loved more than they will ever know.
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