Parental Problems

When I first started typing out this post, I wanted to make it deep and sentimental, but I didn't have the words for it because even though I love my parents a lot, I still don't know what to say or how to thank them. 

Most of the time, my parents and I joke around with each other. My older brother has a similar relationship with my parents, so I must've learned from him. I guess we just have a really playful relationship because we always tease each other and come up with jokes at the other person's expense. This may be more the case with my mom though. When I annoy her (if you ask her, she'll tell you that I'm always annoying) she has the best reactions; I started taking "candid" pictures of her doing daily household stuff and they always turn out bad because she's moving or she looks at the camera with a really annoyed face, but that's why I take those pictures- they make me laugh a lot and she laughs at them too. Although we joke around with each other, she always listens to my rants and offers insight (when she pays attention, I tend to talk a lot).  Just like Brad Manning said, his mom was the one who showed more outward compassion because she wrote him letters and went to his orchestra concerts and for me some of that is true.  My dad is a different story though. I used to think that my dad I were complete opposites, but the more that I think about it, I realize that we are really similar.  Both of us like Indian movies, basically any food that contains sugar, and we both make jokes that no one else laughs at. I think the way that my dad differs from Manning's dad is that my dad does so much for me. He wakes up to take me to school and makes me breakfast (I think I should work on getting my license) and then picks me up from school every single day. I don't even know how I could function without him there to help me. But like every other teenager, I get annoyed at my parents too. 

The other side of my relationship with my parents is when I become "rebellious". Even though I know that my dad just wants me to do well in life and become successful, I find it frustrating when he doesn't support my dreams of working for the UN and majoring in International Relations. I guess my way of rebelling is stupid too; "I'm going to get a tattoo" used to work like a charm, but now the response I get is "Ok, go buy a motorbike and get a leather jacket too!"  Whenever we talk about what my career will be in the future, we get into fights. I don't want to do medicine, but of course that's what my dad wants me to do and since we're both stubborn, neither of us wants to change our views. 

My parents have always been there for me and I know that no matter what they will continue to be there for me, which is why I am eternally grateful. It makes me sad to think about kids who just don't connect with their parents because I would be so lost without mine.