Story 5:
My father worked seven days a week, twelve hours a day, at two separate hospitals throughout the most of my upbringing. The man would become sick when on vacation, which he referred to as “motionless sickness.” He still managed to get up several hours early and cook breakfast for me and my sister before school.
He was a firm believer in hard work and set a great example for me, while being a child at heart.
I’m not sure how he accomplished it, but I love him. © TurtleFisher54 | Reddit
Story 6:
My mother constantly tells her friends that when it came to my brother and me, she “spoiled us with things but not our attitude.” Both of my parents worked hard to be where they are now and to provide everything for my brother and me, as they grew up with nothing.
They constantly reminded us that hard effort pays off and that we should not expect things to come easily.
I never felt like they had a favorite child; they always treated us all equally and taught us as children that no one was beneath us. They’ve been amazing, and I’ve been quite lucky.
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Story 7:
My husband has wonderful parents and is one of the greatest individuals I know.
One of the most important things they instilled in my husband and his brother is a feeling of ‘silent praise,’ in which they are rewarded for completing their task and recognizing the influence it has on others around them.
My in-laws are both physicians, which I believe contributes to this.
They were also urged to be inclusive and friendly at all times, which my grandmother-in-law referred to as ‘princely behavior’—that is, a prince should be courteous and nice to all of his people, regardless of social status. © SkynolongerBlue / Reddit
Story 8:
My mother was the only good parent I had. I call it like that because I had two stepfathers.
Despite our lack of resources, she was an excellent mother. Rent was difficult to pay, and we occasionally went without water and power. I had no idea there was anything wrong with this; my mother never instilled in me any sense of concern or terror, and she always made me believe that everything would be well.
I grew up with wonderful memories and a joyful childhood, even though I went without much of the time since my mother never saw life negatively.
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Story 9:
My parents have my back no matter what. They always embraced me, never made me feel bad about going to art school, and when I was in a bad mood, my mother told me she would sell her house if it meant caring for me.
Fortunately, Mom didn’t have to do that, but it reinforced my understanding of unconditional love and the significance of family. © AmberFall92 | Reddit
Story 10:
My father worked a high-level job, so he couldn’t be home for supper most nights.
Every morning, instead of family supper, we ate breakfast together as a family before he took us to school.
It wasn’t until I was an adult and wanted to sleep as late as possible while also frequently waking up to stressful job concerns that I recognized how much of a sacrifice this was. That was our family time—with our father.
Even when my siblings were adolescents and school started later, they were obliged to get up early and have breakfast (before returning to bed). I respect it.
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Story 11:
When I was a child, we lived near a highway. One day, I asked my mother how long the freeway ran and where we’d wind up if we simply hopped on and drove.
She had a map. Has she shown it to me?
Nope.
She said, “Let’s see.” We got in the vehicle and drove for hours until we were both fatigued, then brought out the map and picked a route home along the shores of one of the United States’ Great Lakes. This was in the 1980s, before GPS and cell phones. I was around ten years old, and she let me navigate home.
She could have just informed me or shown me the map without leaving the couch, but she wanted me to know… and perhaps she wanted to know herself.
That’s how she’s always been; it’s incredible. © Panic_Azimuth | Reddit
Story 12:
My parents migrated to Canada with the sole goal of providing a better life for my brother and myself. A better atmosphere, more chances, and overall improvement.
They abandoned our whole family and friends and relocated here with only the four of us.
They worked really hard for the first several years, earning very little and living in a small apartment in Toronto. Looking back, I’m honestly surprised they didn’t give up and return home, where they had decent careers and plenty of support.
I am so glad they didn’t. My parents’ unwavering love and support have given me all I have and who I am.
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