Parents

My parents are very hard workers. Honestly, they work too hard. Thanks to school tuition, we are suffering financially, and that puts a lot of stress on both of them. My dad basically has two jobs and my mom can only work part time because of me and my sisters. At times, I feel sad when my parents complain of headaches and lack of sleep. My sisters and I could go to our local schools, but we really like the school that we go to. I've met so many amazing people at my highschool and I love the Catholic environment. But, it would be a lot easier for my parents if my sisters and I attended our local schools. If gas prices keep climbing up, then that's the alternative. I just feel really sorry for my parents. It's not only the stress I feel terrible for, but their dreams. Both my mom and dad don't necessarily enjoy what they do on a weekly basis. My mom told me yesterday that she hated her job with a passion. How can you live with that?

She dreamed of becoming a trial lawyer.My mom had her degree and everything, and then she got married to dad then had me. My father wanted to be a doctor, but I don't know what happened along the way. I don't know what I would do if I weren't doing my dream job. I guess I have to push harder in school. So really, what are parents? Parents are the first educators in a child's life. They can push, nag, and help us succeed in life. We need parents. They provide us with shelter and comfort and truly as my mom had stated, "No one loves you more than your parents." God? What about God? Doesn't He loves us more than our own parents? I guess my mom was talking about "no one on earth loves us more than our parents."

These days, I find it difficult to get along with my parents, especially my mother. We quarrel alot, and we quarrel on just about anything. My little sister Jenny, (shes's ten) gets along with her best because "she's sweet and innocent," whereas Caroline (14) and I do not. I get along much better with my dad. Sometimes, if I have a problem, I would come to him. Sure, I tell my mom about my crushes and all that. Of course, I don't come to my dad for that kind of advice. He's a little overprotective. That's my problem, though. I don't come to my parents anymore. Not really. Almost not at all. I don't know why, but I just can't come to them for advice. I did that recently this summer and I ended getting scolded at and I was left in shame and tears. Communication is very very important, especially with parents. We're a family, we should be comfortable in doing so. Maybe I should start off slow and I will gradually get comfortable.

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