Why I Want & Not Want to Grow Up to be like My Parents

I wish I wasnt running out and about half the time so I can just write my thoughts out over here. This is something Ive been wanting to write about... this, thoughts on dating again and another on social media. But I will write the latter one hopefully soon.

My Parents.

Why i want to grow up to be like my parents.
Dad
SERIOUSLY i kid you not, the greatest man I have had the pleasure of being raised by. hard worker. works 12 hour days but is ALWAYS home to cook our family dinner. It has been like that my entire life. Not only does he provide but he cooks, cleans, does the yardwork, fixes things, but what i adore about him is that he loves to spend time with his family. ive never known anything else. he plans our trips together, weekend and summer, plays games with us, listens to all of our girly stories, laughs and makes fun of us,protects our family and raises us to a good moral standard. Ive had manyyyy talks with him when i have been disobedient where he has taught me lessons on growing up and learning from my mistakes. Most of the time he has been correct and more wise. He has also sympathized with me as boys have hurt me and has hugged me so tight when I lacked a good man. He thinks before he speaks, is slow to anger, and hears out everyone (most of the time heh). He sacrificially loves our home and each one of his girls, doing anything and everything. im thankful for a loving father who shows his love through acts of service and quality time. he places such a huge importance on family and that has helped me see the importance of the family unit.

Mom
My mama has taught me most about how to have a conversation and love others. This has been key I believe to many of my relationships. I have watched her as she interacts with others- laughing uncontrollably, smiling ear to ear with genuine interest and happiness for others. How awesome! How life giving!She has hosted parties for us girls and our friends, countlessly talks to my friends as she has developed an interest in knowing them, and is filled with enthusiasm. She is a hard worker too. If it werent for us girls I know shed be a workaholic perhaps. But she sacrificially gave that up to care for us. But shes bright, intelligent, strong, and independent. Also she loves my papa. Whatever he says, she will give her thoughts, but also really heeds his thoughts and lets him lead our home. She is bubbly, creative, silly, and has a big personality! What has been so nice is that she really will listen to our stories, make jokes, give advice, be joyful, and sympathize with me. Mama has also pushed me to be more confident when i struggle with self esteem and even laziness. She is the best supporter in seeing me happy and couldnt be prouder i believe. Im really thankful for that.

Why i dont want to grow up to be like my parents
As you can see, I love them VERY much, id do almost anything for them. There are some areas as Ive grown up (but still have MUCH to learn) where I see room for growth as well. I realized that my parents have and are supposed to have weaknesses. They arent perfect very much like I AM NOT PERFECT. It is difficult in a way to make a transition to adult life because I respect them, care for them, heed their wisdom, but then I too am starting to make my own decisions apart from the way they raised me. Some areas in which I hope to be different from my parents is to be more vulnerable and open around my future (lord willing) children. I want them to see me ask them forgiveness, share areas in my life where I am weak and am in need of Jesus Christ. I want them to see my failures, struggles, but in all of that, see the surpassing joy in God. I want them to witness my worship of the Lord- in my reading, praying, singing, gospelizing, serving, blessing- where apart from God I am nothing. I too need teaching and feeding and growing- not just the children. I want them to see my publicly I need a strong community because I need accountability, good fun, wisdom, help to persevere in this world. I hope for my children to see that I have no other rock to stand on but Jesus Christ. Most of all, I hope for them to see the gospel in my life, and will one day be saved by God who has given me sweet undeserving kindness. I hope they see the gospel everywhere they walk- in our home, on the streets, in our church, in school, and grow into bold witnesses of the Lord. The gospel is this good news that the Father sent his most treasured and beloved Son to be slaughtered for those who would believe and place their faith in Christ. God has reconciled us sinners to a holy and perfect God who made a way to have a loving relationship with us. By no other name are we saved. May they trust in this good news too.