How do you feel about your parents?
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How do you feel about your parents?
Only have my Mom left, and she's awesome.
My mom and I wrote hateful notes back and forth when I was in high school. Those were tough years. We get along great now. Love 'em. Unfortunately, were 2000 miles apart now.
My mother is a saint. Kewlest woman ever.
My dad is pretty cool, but he is a super type A personality and can be difficult to talk to. I love them both very much.
mom & step-fam (dads deceased, leukemia '79)
all I can say is..
"when I was 18 I was always amazed at how ignorant, and narrow minded my parents were.
...by the time I had turned 23 I was amazed at how much they had grown!" -unknown
my mom was sometimes a fiery bitch, but she really has mellowed...
mixed fams can be difficult but, they have been my brothers, sis & dad since I was 5, so I couldn't & wouldn't, change a thing
All in all they did a great job raising me. They support me in anything I do, which means a lot. They seem to realize I want different things for myself than they want for themselves/older bro wants for himself. Once we were able to come to that understanding everything has been good.
I lucked out.
Great parents who have always given me love and support.
The mags have been real timely, personally, with a lot of threads lately.....
Missing them a lot right now, just got back to tahoe after an extended visit, and my grandfather passed away last night. Wish I could have stayed a few extra days.....
My mom and step-dad are awesome. My life would not be anywhere near as amazing if it wasn't for them.
My dad is a piece of shit.
My parents were perfect. I was a self sufficient adult at age 17 when I left home for college to make it on my own. Never thought twice about it. I was given every advantage and opportunity available. I'm a serious underachiever all considered..
My folks are awesome. They are from very modest means, they taught me that nothing comes for free except blackberries in Oregon. They divorced when I was 24 which made for some bad years but things are cool now. I can't imagine having any other people as parents. [/feelgood]
Ups downs all arounds.
They did fucking fantastic.
Seconded. I wouldn't say I was self-sufficient at 17... or 22... but I feel as though I was given a lot. And seem to be underperforming with it as well.Quote:
Originally Posted by 4matic
My parents have been amazing to me and I can't thank them enough. They really have done so much for me and my sister. I have just really begun to realize everything.
But how could I not love my parents? I'm from Atlanta and they took me skiing when i was three years and change and never missed a year(SLC every year with Jackson/Targee/Big Sky/and Colorado mixed during highschool and college) untill I was twenty. Not bad I if you ask me
Mom was always awesome and still is. Dad was a drunk and an asshole most of the time until he found out he had lymphatic cancer. He stopped drinking and became the dad he always should have been until he died three years later. He was awesome until he died.
Mixed bag...
I love my parents. When I lived in the same town as them, I never spoke to them or saw them. Every few months. Now the farther away I move from them, the more I call them. Once or twice a week now.
And I always tell my mom I love her.
Overall, pretty rad. We've had some rough spots, but I think most have. In terms of raising me, I couldn't have asked for much more from them.
My dad taught me bit of street smarts and the uncommon common sense. He turned me onto skiing and staying in shape; I got my wit and spontaneity and humor from him. Both my folks imparted honesty and a sense of honor in my moral code. That's the good.
However, there is a lot of bad. And looking at me and my siblings and the family structure nuclear and beyond, I now that both of parents have psychological issues (no joke) and probably should have been neutered and not allowed to breed. Or they should been made to take courses in parenting before being allowed to procreate.
I will try to do better with my kids. Lord knows I wish I had better tools and modelling.
Considering what I gave them to work with, they did a pretty good job.
Edit: Funny but serious stuff, JS. It's a slow evolutionary experience and we hopefully improve. I catch myself (and wife) repeating sins with our child, but I figure that's good... we're aware of it at least!
Heart mine. Dad died when I was 18, so I only have my mom left, but we get along great. There are things that bother me about her, but for the most part we have no issues at all.
Same here, and agreeQuote:
Originally Posted by Tippster
Short of bearing my soul on the interweb.
I'm convinced they were out to destroy me- particularly my mother . They succeeded with my brother :fuckyou: and almost got me too.
You can have 'em for a six pack of brown bottles. Crap, you could have 'em for a sixer of Schaefer.
Explaining my relationship to my parents here would take too much typing. Suffice to say that the first half of my life is something I wish I could live over simply because the folks were super-conservative (they grew up in the depression, dad served in WWII) and a lot of those traits rubbed off on me. I was raised to follow the straight and narrow, not explore and discover. Still, I love 'em like no one else and wish mom was still around (cancer got her in '90) as she had the biggest heart of any woman I've ever met. Dad's a great guy and still kicking, remarried to a great woman and retired over East of the mountains. I go to visit on all the holidays and on his Birthday.
in a word, proud.
Pretty much sums it up.
And is an interesting thing for me to review now as two days ago was an anniversary for me......of sorts.
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Aw man - condolences. My pops passed away 2 months ago. This will be a difficult holiday season.
I believe your condolences were expressed 3 years ago.
Thanks again
Sorry bout your dad.
Yeah. the holidays suck.
So much so that I am spending christmas in San Diego with friends.
Mom is AMAZING, more than I realize sometimes.
Dad is an alcoholic and has been since I was in 3rd grade, see him maybe twice a year and we live in the same city.
Step Dad is like my real Dad he's been around so long now. He has his moments where I don't see eye to eye, but loves my Mom dearly, that's what matters to me.
They took me skiing, I love them.
I love my parents for sure. They did a good job raising me, especaially considering the new (to me and my bro) information that has come to light regarding their relationship.
Dad is bipolar, come to find out. It's been getting out of hand the past few years. Mom.....well Mom just has issues. They seperated after 33 years of marriage a few months ago for several reasons.
It is weird now.
Still love em but damn they can be a pain in the ass.
I had the greatest parents I could imagine. Mom died last year. Dad is doing ok but the adjustment has been hard considering they were together all the time for 52 years. Mom was the best athlete in the family, able to beat all 6 of her sons one on one in basketball until we got to the age where she figured it was too damaging to our fragile male egos to be beaten by our mom and then she let us win. When I was 8 we moved into a house with a hudge maple tree in the back yard. She climbed the tree while pregnant to tie a hemp rope in it so we would have an awesome rope swing. She was a ripper on skis and a concert pianist, as well as a totally obsessed whitewater kayaker -- into her 70s. Dad is not quite as dynamic but has always been as supportive as any dad could be of all his kids, no matter what it was we wanted to be or do -- ski bum as in my case, and in terms of my sibs, gay straight banker writer musician teacher DJ. We have all kinds and that is a tribute to the way my parents raised us. When Mom died Dad wrote in her college alumni magazine, "She was completely dedicated to her eight children, twelve grandchildren, and every other child on the planet." We buried her with her kayak paddle.
My parents are the greatest.
My mom died of cancer in '91. Dad's still at it, although it's tough to see him in decline.
My parents instilled two attitudes in me that I will always be thankful for. First, they taught to think for myself rather than follow the herd, and to explore new things. Second, they taught me to treat everyone, from the top rung of society to the bottom, with the same level of respect. both paths have served me well.
Mom is good, and we area both getting better with the fact that we area very different. She is not the mother that I would have hoped for, and I'm not the son she expected.
I left home to go skiing at 17, and Dad killed himself when I was 18, (20 years ago). I was just getting over a minor "angry teenage years" and his death screwed mom and I up a lot personally, and the relationship between us was screwed up a lot too. Has been getting better, and a lot better in the past 5+ years.
That's rough D, my folks got divorced when I was 4 and I don't think I lashed out until I was 19, a couple really bad years there when I was in college expressing my unwillingness to settle into being a man i.e. grow up, it was rough but I figured shit out.Quote:
Originally Posted by mntlion
I love my folks (all 4 of them) very much.
I don't believe people that say they've never really fought with their family. I don't doubt people that say they are close with their family now, but the people that claim to have always been just perfect are weird, it just seems creepy.
EDIT to say that although I love my parents, its a lot easier to feel that love when I don't have to see them every day (or month).
who still lives with their parents besides Phil?Quote:
Originally Posted by leroy jenkins
Dug?Quote:
Originally Posted by dblatto
Jim S.- Doesn't your son read the board?
wait isn't Rontele iceman's kid? someone pm iceman, he'll give us the dish.Quote:
Originally Posted by Phill
Dad died 18 years ago - I still miss him.
Mom I could do without.
My wife's parents are awesome people.
you can't actively seek out powder without expecting a coreshot or two along the way, right?
I prefer to live in a different state. At least a different zip code.Quote:
Originally Posted by dblatto