Opinion

An Open Letter to My Parents

Story by Taylor Hodges

Dear Mom and Dad,

I was at my internship today and on my way to lunch I saw a family with their son walking around downtown. He must have been 6 years old. He asked his parents if they would hold his hands and lift him up in the air. I remember when we use to do that. I remember how fun that was and how much joy that brought me. Thank you for doing that even when you sometimes didn’t want to.

I remember being in my teenage years, you know, the ones where I didn’t want to be around you and acted like I didn’t know you. Why was I such an idiot back then? Why didn’t I appreciate you as much? I’m sorry if I hurt you during that time. I promise I still loved you.

I remember when I had my first serious relationship and you welcomed her with open arms. You knew that I loved her and in turn you loved her back. You treated her with the same importance as you did me. You were the first people she called when she got into that car accident and I wasn’t around. She must’ve known that you really cared for her. Thank you for being so kind and loving towards her.

When I first went off to college, I remember you crying mom. I remember you and dad saying your goodbyes and watching your son start a new journey. Even though I was only thirty minutes away, it might as well have been hours, because you wouldn’t get to see your little boy and hug him whenever you wanted. I’m sorry for the pain that caused you. I’m sorry I didn’t call or text you everyday like you asked. I love you.

A couple months ago when I was suppose to intern in Toronto, you helped me pack up my belongings and get me the necessary luxuries for me to enjoy my time there. You helped me move into my small room and stayed with me through the weekend. But we didn’t make it through the weekend did we? I came to the room you were both staying in and told you I didn’t want to be here, that I wanted to go back home with you guys. We talked for hours about what I should do. Tears were shed. Hugs were given. You told me I had to make the decision and I did, I came home. I realized how much you both meant to me during that trip. How after all of those years not appreciating you, I was acting like a fool. That you were the best parents I could have asked for and being seven hours away from you for months would’ve killed me. The thought made me sad.

Mom…Dad…thank you for being the kind parents you are. Making my life one to embrace and one to cherish. Thank you for always loving me and wanting what’s best for me. Thank you for putting up with my foolishness and selfishness sometimes. Thank you for loving those who I have loved. I love you for all that you do and I’m sorry I hadn’t realized it sooner.

Love,

Taylor

About the Writer…10301416_10155109711375080_5312500598063418902_n

Taylor Hodges is a senior majoring in Sport Management/Business Administration. He is the current sports editor of The Saint and his favorite hockey team is the Pittsburgh Penguins. He hopes to one day break into the hockey business as a General Manager, but until then, he encourages you to follow him on Twitter and download his mixtape.

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