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This is my mum and dad 

These two people are my parents. They are known as Mum and Dad, Sue and Mike, and Nanna and Granddad. They’ve been loyal friends to many and endured their fair share of Sadness, sadness that should make you bitter, but somehow they’ve always remained positive people.
Sometimes I feel like I take them for granted, I don’t factor in the day when they’re not here anymore, giving us their time, listening to all our problems and grief. The big hug my Dad always tries to give me and I just let him kiss the top of my head. I roll my eyes when Mum tells me “Laura, you absolutely can’t go outside like that. Go get a jacket.”
They’re not perfect, I don’t think I’d ever want them to be because life isn’t about perfection, it’s about being real.
They are the kind of people you meet once and never forget. They don’t see themselves as that but that makes them all the more lovable “my darling girl, we are nothing special. We are just like everyone else.” These are the people who overheard an elderly lady in Specsavers say she couldn’t afford her glasses, so they secretly paid it for her. They didn’t want thanks, they didn’t want recognition and I’ll no doubt be in the shit for telling the world.
I am thankful for them because they give our children love that is unconditional. They split their time fairly, they never exclude one for the other. With 5 grandchildren they have successfully managed to love them all equally, something that isn’t easily mastered.  
Do you ever get blindsided by life that you don’t notice those people who are always behind you every step of the way? I do! My parents beam with pride because of my blog, where I constantly use bad language and terrible grammar, you’d imagine they’d be slightly humiliated, but they’re not. “Lolly, you had your Mum and I in stitches the other night. How many followers have you got? You have such an exceptional talent my darling.” They believe in all of us, my brother, sister and our partners. Even when we doubt ourselves (that would be weekly for me) and say the stars are just out of our reach, they tell us how to build the ladder to get to them. They don’t see anyone as anything but equal, no birthday is forgotten, no anniversary is left uncelebrated.
They have been married almost 45 years, and I BEAM with pride that they’re my Mum and Dad. I didn’t understand how hard it was to raise a family until I became a Mum myself. I all of a sudden realised all those times I was a moody bitch, had a go at them, stormed to my room and slammed my door, calling them dickheads (Sorry guys, I said I fucking hated you too from time to time…. this all of a sudden got awkward)  must have hurt like…. A lot!!! I’m now faced with that future and I realise how much sadness it’ll bring me when these terrors that I grew will one day really hate me just for breathing. 
They always say “one day you’ll not visit as often. You’ll have busy lives and your priorities will change. It’s just how life is.” How fucking sad is that???? That these people, parents, step parents, legal guardians, whoever they are will become less of a priority to us as we grow older, even though they sacrificed everything to give us everything we needed. I hope and pray I don’t become that person who let’s them fade into the background and resume a less important role in my life. I hope I always remember how hard they worked to keep the roof over our head, to teach us morals and how to have such a high tolerance for swear words.




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