My Greatest Strength - Posted at TM

[bree_corderos]

I have great parents. My mom and dad taught me how to do all the things that I need to be successful. They never had a lot of money. Dad works as a bus driver, and Mom is a manager of a customer service call center. So we didn’t have the frills. If we wanted to play soccer or take dance lessons, it was fine, but we had to help pay for it with money we made. They were strict about school. You had to do well, you had to try. Slacking wasn’t allowed, not about school. We had good food, clean clothes, and a decent house in a decent neighborhood. But mostly, we had parents who paid attention to us, who showed us the things we needed to know. Daddy taught me how to fix my own car. Mom taught the boys how to do their own laundry and cook for themselves. They let us mess up, but not too bad. They showed us the way, then they got out of our way and let us do stuff for ourselves. They taught us to fight our own battles, think with out own minds and trust in our own instincts. And when it came time to load up Danny’s pickup with my stuff and move to Atlantic City, Mom put a box of basic supplies in the back, with a list of stuff to not forget, like getting the phone turned on. Daddy slipped me a hundred dollar bill and told me not to tell Mom. And they both waved good-bye to me, as I drove away. Of course, I’m not too far, I still go home and eat Mom’s meatloaf or ask Daddy why my car makes a noise. I have the roots, so I can grow.

My greatest strength came from two people. It’s the confidence and competence that they gave me to go out into the world. I’m young, strong, smart, free and nobody’s fool. My mom and dad deserve the credit. I’m a lucky girl.

Bree Corderos
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