Aug 16, 2010 06:40
This is likely to be a bit lopsided, so bare with me.
My mom is a great person. She's by far not perfect, but I'm totally okay with that. She followed her dreams despite people telling her that she was too old, and is now a practicing Psychiatrist, still somewhat chasing her desires of working in Addiction medicine on a sole basis. She was always like a lighthouse to me. Always there, with the light shining to lead me the right way, I just had to chose to follow it. She never stopped us from falling down, but she was always there to help us get back up again. She encouraged my sister and I to do what we wanted to do, even if people told us it couldn't be done. I know now that she wanted the best for us, and a lot of what I want to do as a parent stems from how she raised us. I'm happy to say that I still have a great relationship with her, and that I know she'll always be there if we should need her.
My dad on the other hand... he left when I was 8. For the next 10 years it was a roller coaster of ups and downs. He'd promise us things and then fail to follow through, he went through several other women who would have made great step moms. Finally he put himself through college, and started fixing his life up. So far its been pretty good. He's been faithful to his promises, spends time with Renee, and seems like he'll spend time with Elizabeth once she's out of the high maintenance infant stage.