My parents were older when they had my sister and I. They, as a couple, decided to wait until they were mentally and financially ready to raise children. When we were born, my mom was the type of parent with a ridiculous number of books to learn how to be the “perfect” parent (which does not exist). My dad followed my mother’s lead while using his teaching skills on us.

From a young age, I understood that love comes in different forms, which are all valid. My parents are friends with biracial, gay, and lesbian couples, etc. When I would ask my parents questions about these friends, they would explain it to me in a kind, respectful manner. After they answered my questions, it was normalized to me because my parents treated them like any other person, which was essential. After all, parents teach children by example.

Later, in elementary school, my mom had my sister and I join the 4-H club. This club taught us a lot about social and physical skills, like sewing, baking, working with hardware tools, etc. We also did fundraisers where I would help cook and serve food to the homeless shelters, gather and donate food for people experiencing homelessness, and clean parks and beaches. 4-H would have competitions where I would have to give speeches and demonstrations. These competitions helped me to be more confident and learn how to communicate with others effectively.

My parents made sure at a young age that we could adapt to the world and be open to everyone around us. They continued to improve themselves for us, which is what my mother did until her last breath. I am thankful I had a childhood with parents who sincerely wanted the best for my sister and me. I am grateful for a father who continues to try to support us in every way possible while struggling with the loss of his partner of over ten years. I am thankful that I can eat delicious food with my immediate family. I am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving!