There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about college. It used to be I had years until college. Now it’s I have months. Soon it’ll be weeks and then days. I’m not the type of person who is excited about leaving. I’d rather stay at home. Looking forward into the future makes me look back on the past. I’ve had such a good childhood. Why would I ever want to leave it?
My mom. She does everything for me. She makes my lunch, does my laundry, vacuums my room. She has done so much for me that I’ve never had to wash a pile of laundry or fold my clothes. I’ve never had to worry about making my lunch. There is always a meal at the end of the day and someone to talk to after school.
My dad. He supports me in whatever I do. He pushes me without forcing me to do things. He’s there at my ski races, watching me race on the skies he tuned for two hours the night before. He drove me to eight colleges this summer and it is because of me he put 17,000 miles on his car in 4 months. And, yet, he doesn’t care because the only thing that matters to him is that I’m happy in life.
My parents. Together they have raised me to be who I am. I am indebted to them forever. They’ve paid for my skies, my soccer camps, my flight to Italy, my clothes, my movie tickets. They’ve driven me to soccer games, ski races, friends’ houses, piano lessons, doctor’s appointments. They’ve done all of this for me and don’t expect anything in return.
So as my last birthday at home came and went, and as my last Thanksgiving before college comes and goes, I just want to say:
Mom and Dad, thank you. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me. Thank you for raising me the way you have and thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for all of those mornings you saw me off to school and thank you for all of those nights you tucked me into bed. Thank for all of those hugs and kisses you gave me and thank you for all those lectures and speeches you told me. Thank you for always believing in me and thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for always loving me and I hope you know I love you too. I hope I make you proud because I couldn’t be prouder to call you my mom and dad.
My mom. She does everything for me. She makes my lunch, does my laundry, vacuums my room. She has done so much for me that I’ve never had to wash a pile of laundry or fold my clothes. I’ve never had to worry about making my lunch. There is always a meal at the end of the day and someone to talk to after school.
My dad. He supports me in whatever I do. He pushes me without forcing me to do things. He’s there at my ski races, watching me race on the skies he tuned for two hours the night before. He drove me to eight colleges this summer and it is because of me he put 17,000 miles on his car in 4 months. And, yet, he doesn’t care because the only thing that matters to him is that I’m happy in life.
My parents. Together they have raised me to be who I am. I am indebted to them forever. They’ve paid for my skies, my soccer camps, my flight to Italy, my clothes, my movie tickets. They’ve driven me to soccer games, ski races, friends’ houses, piano lessons, doctor’s appointments. They’ve done all of this for me and don’t expect anything in return.
So as my last birthday at home came and went, and as my last Thanksgiving before college comes and goes, I just want to say:
Mom and Dad, thank you. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me. Thank you for raising me the way you have and thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for all of those mornings you saw me off to school and thank you for all of those nights you tucked me into bed. Thank for all of those hugs and kisses you gave me and thank you for all those lectures and speeches you told me. Thank you for always believing in me and thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for always loving me and I hope you know I love you too. I hope I make you proud because I couldn’t be prouder to call you my mom and dad.
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