Letter 3: To My Parents
Dear Parental Units,
I’m not sure what to write in this letter, given the possibility that you’ll read it after searching my name on Google or finding my Facebook profile up on my brother’s computer or stalking me however it is that you do, but I’ll give it a shot.
(That was a lovely introduction, wasn’t it?)
There are times when I can’t stand you — mostly because I think you have a difficult time accepting that your baby girl is 21 and capable of driving, feeding herself, and so on — but there are a lot of things you’ve taught me that I’m thankful for. You’ve taught me how to put insanity to good use (mom), how to tolerate insanity (dad), how to get free things by selling other people’s clothes (mom), and how to deal with someone who sells your clothes while you’re at work (dad).
I’ve also learned a lot about strong relationships. I mean, you’ve been married for long enough. Most of those years have probably been spent contemplating divorce, but still.
On with the list of things you’ve taught me: I can cook just about anything in a microwave, and I’m quite skilled at stealing food from the dining hall. I have a fairly strong work ethic and I can play the role of peacekeeper when everyone around me is going nuts. I’ve also taken to the odd eating habits (mom) and hoarding useless things (dad), but I guess you take the bad with the good.
There’s a lot more I could say, but really, I just want to get to the point. So thanks for all the love and peanut butter.
Love,
Lauren
