#3 The Rents

# 3 Describe your relationship with your parents. I feel this needs no real intro, seeing as I'm about to start a really... long... cheesey.. ramble...

My father

      Ahh ,what can I say about my dear old dad? I have been and always will be a "Daddy's girl."  (You
don't get to be the only girl and NOT earn that title anyway right?) I love my dad. He is one of the kindest people I know who, quite frequently, gets put into situations where it is difficult to be. I look up to him in many ways, and learn many lessons from things he tells us. His advice is something I seek out even for the minor problems of life. For some reason it has been implanted into my brain that if I don't have the answer one of my parents will. I have spent many hours talking his ear off and at the same time enjoying the silence that may come as long as he is near. I learn new things about him daily now that I am an adult, and it never ceases to amaze me. He has been through things in life that may make others go crazy, but he has come out on top of it all. He IS a super hero through and through. Flaws and all.

    Some of my greatest memories are spent with my dad. To this day I still love going shopping with my parents, because my dad and I will make fun of everything in the store and spend the day laughing. He even puts up with me enough to walk silly by my side and let our legs overlap one step at a time. Anytime I think of being with my dad I think of laughing. He plays along with the silliest of jokes and has the most contagious laugh I have ever heard.

     I know that my dad does not just impact my life either. I have friends who say that a hug from him can cure almost any emotional situation you have. Getting an embrace from him seems to make you melt into his arms and you can literally feel yourself break down and melt away. I have shed many tears on some of his best shirts. He never seems to mind. Anytime I have any problem, I know that he will not judge and simply
give me the input to help in any way he can. Whether it was stupid boy problems (Glad THOSE days are over) or even just and issue with my teachers, my dad was always there to listen and give advice. He is also not afraid to tell me when I am wrong, or help me to see the other persons perspective. I do not judge others for their lives, because he has taught me that you never know what has happened to them to make them they way they are.

    I also admire the way he treats others. Being an officer makes people want to hate you while at the same time run to you in their time of need. My dad has immersed himself into this world and shows a true love for this profession. He will talk of the people in the community as if they are our family. Everyone knows him and he does his best to know everyone as well.Several people get a sense of ease if he is the one who responds to their call for help. I am very proud to be my fathers daughter.


My Mother

     Every mother and daughter go through problems that can rip them apart or bring them closer together. I think it is some sort of ritual that they must fight, especially while said daughter is in her teenage years and full of raging hormones that will make her explode into a fireball of death if not released! My mom and I have fought many battles in the house of Whittaker and neither ever came out a victor. Even still I have never hated my mom. I heard a lot of girls in high school say that they "HATED" their mom. for doing this or doing that, and even though we fought I would always say that I LOVE her. My mom is the best mom in the world. She was not "Suzy homemaker." She did not keep our rooms clean for us while serving cookies off a golden platter, but she was there to heal every wound. She was there the giggle with us and sing as loud as she could in the car. She taught me how to be silly and learn to laugh at life and its problems.

     My mom is someone who I must call almost everyday. Whether it is to ask (for the thousandth time) what is in her recipes, or even to just chat with her about teaching the kids at the school. I feel like no week is complete unless I have heard my mother voice. Her voice is one of the most soothing sounds in the world. If

I have been stressed and holding in problems for a long time, even hearing her ask," what's wrong?" will break my shell and I will cry. Crying is not a difficult thing for me though.

     I keep my mom on speed dial for many reasons, but mostly to ask her to solve life's problem for me. If someone asks me a questions and I don't know the answer 9 times out of 10 I'm calling mom. Like I said, it's implanted in my brain that my parents know more than Google. If they don't have the answer it simply doesn't exist. (Yes, that is a total exaggeration, but it gets my point across) Also medically speaking apparently I think that my mom has gone through the best medical schools in the country and spent 50 years as a doctor.  Not to mention she is a freaking MRI machine and cant find whats wrong with me with simple descriptions. I constantly call her with stupid things like," I coughed today.... it was only one little cough and I haven't done it since, but do I have cancer??" I have to be reminded that she doesn't know, and it is probably nothing anyways so stop freaking out. She is great to put up with me.




All in all, I am so very thankful for my relationship with BOTH my parents. They were actually PARENTS growing up and knew that we could be friends after I got over the selfish phase of my life (aka being a teenager) I know when the time comes for Scott and I to have kids that I will be raising them much like the way they raised me. Because let's be honest, I'm awesome. There SHOULD be more little Alex's running around the world. (conceited much there???)