So this is the first installment of #WonderWomanWednesdays (check that alliteration!) and I’m already breaking my own rules. In the (very brief) description page for The Weekly Mix, I had promised that #WonderWomanWednesdays (henceforth abbreviated as #WWW) would be a space for me to feature amazing women in my life and in our society who have a story to tell. I’m talking ambitious women who are loving, caring, beautiful, busy, and without a doubt amazing. And from here on out, I definitely will be featuring the best and the brightest, because every woman has a story worth telling. This is not meant to be sexist or discriminatory against men, because I also know a lot of fantastic men with equally telling and exciting stories. But as a woman, of course I have a little bit of bias, but I do want to make it explicitly clear that I love us all.
Hence why I’m ever so slightly bending the rules this one time.
It just so happens that the inaugural first post for #WWW falls on my parents’ wedding anniversary. It is particularly special this year because it is their 25th wedding anniversary.
I wanted this post to be more or less a surprise, so because I don’t have actual authorization to give the story of how they met and the whole nine yards, what I will focus on is everything that has happened from when I became their first child to the present.
I’ll start by saying that I do envy my parents.
As much as my parents downplay their 25th, the fact of the matter is 25 years is a long time. At my current stage of life, where I’m not even 25 years old yet, I can’t imagine knowing someone and loving someone for that long, in part because my relationships have been brief. The amount of commitment and sacrifice that I see between my parents is astounding and yet not surprising at all for who they are as people.
At first blush, my parents might come off as very different people with different personalities, senses of humour, and outlooks on life. It is true that like any relationship, there are bound to be disagreements, and my parents are by no means exempt from that. But somehow they make it work: they stay true to the promise that they made 25 years before about love and sacrifice, working things out when they need to and sticking it out through the good and the bad.
As humans, we can’t possibly experience true happiness without going through pain and sorrow, and like many families, we have seen our fair share of that. Yet the dedication that I see between my parents is so refreshing, particularly in our society today where many things seem to come off as casual or temporary, something that I have spent a lot of time praying for myself.
My parents show incredible dedication to us.
Raising three girls is by no means an easy task. Three girls with three different personalities, temperaments, likes and dislikes, and schedules. We slip up sometimes but my parents always remember and always put us first. I recognize that most of the time, we can come off as rude, ungrateful, and just bratty. And I acknowledge and own that. We’re not perfect, we’re not angels all the time, but my parents still love us all the same. They have taught us so much through their actions and (sometimes very long-winded) talks (haha). There are many things that I might not have understood at the time, like why I couldn’t have a cell phone when the rest of my friends did, or why I couldn’t stay out late when my friends were just starting to have fun. It’s the little things like these that have helped me to grow into the person that I am.
My parents show incredible dedication to me.
I recognize that I am not an easy person to deal with sometimes, and I’m not going to blame my behaviour on my anxiety or depression. I take full responsibility for who I am regardless of my mental health. However, my parents have been very supportive of our dreams and aspirations right from the start, something that is both refreshing and greatly appreciated.
One of the biggest examples of this is my journey with music. I never asked my mom why I was put in piano lessons, but because of it, I have grown to have new life skills, new technical skills, and a newfound appreciation for what it means to be disciplined and work hard. My parents have spent incredibly large sums of money – enough to buy new cars, a new house, and go on vacations – on me and my sisters’ piano lessons and related expenses.
A few months ago I had come to a crossroads with my relationship with my music, causing me to completely change my trajectory and do a bit of re-learning and back-tracking. Despite this, my parents didn’t give up on me, especially during the times when I wanted to give up on myself. They kept believing in me and kept pushing me to always do my best, and regardless of what I did – even if they disagreed – they still supported me no matter what.
I look forward to seeing what the future brings for my parents and our family, and I am so thankful for my parents and who they are. We have our disagreements and our arguments but at the end of it all, I wouldn’t trade them for anyone.
And to my parents, I know that sometimes we do make it seem like we don’t appreciate you enough, we don’t care enough, and we only focus on ourselves. I assure you that we are working on changing that because we sometimes don’t deserve what you do. Yet despite this you are loving the way God loves: unconditionally, without holding back. We know that we aren’t worthy of what we receive sometimes, and we become so comfortable that we fall into a trap of complacency. I assure you that nothing goes unnoticed and that we would be nothing without you both.
Happy anniversary, mom and dad. I love you both so much and God bless always.