I don’t see my parents every day.
This is kind of an obvious statement for me to make, seeing as I spend my days in Baltimore while my parents are 400 miles away in Westford, Massachusetts. Distance aside, I am also in ~~college ~~, a time period when parents are typically exchanged for meals consisting of Ramen and laundry that sits unfolded for days upon days.
But just because I don’t see Mark and Brenda every day doesn’t mean that they’re not still integral parts of my existence and, at risk of ruining my street cred, two of my favorite people.
(Oh yes, sorry Mom & Dad I do refer to you by your first name in every day speech. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.)
My parents and I have always been close. I don’t have siblings, and growing up, I spent a lot of hours in the back seat of my Dad’s Volvo station wagon as we saw yet another historical home or national park.
Strangely enough, college hasn’t really changed this.
My parents and I still talk a lot, mostly through text and maybe a phone call or two per week, depending on when both parties have a few free minutes. We talk about the same things we would as we would if I was home: what I’m doing that day, the happenings (or lack of happenings) around the neighborhood, whatever topical news story is relevant. The only difference is that instead of taking place around the kitchen table or from the passenger seat of the car, I’m in bed or in class or sitting on a bench somewhere while my parents are at home.
Like everything, this was an adjustment at first.
I was used to going away to camp for the whole summer and not seeing my parents for months at a time, but something about college was slightly different. My mom wasn’t right there to tell me that failing my first physics exam wasn’t going to be the end of the world or watch Say Yes to the Dress on Sunday mornings. But that’s a part of growing up.
I know my parents are there even when they’re not right there, something I appreciate more and more as I start to look for internships or need help figuring out what to make for dinner. I have a great support system here of friends that are basically family, but sometimes a phone call home is what you need to get some outside perspective on things.
So JHU_EmilysDad and JHU_EmilysMom, thanks for being interested in whatever science things I’m going, trekking down to celebrate my birthday a little early, and reppin’ the Hopkins stickers on the back of both cars.
And of course for making me feel like I’m there even when I’m not.