skeezybeatz:

 Ever since I was a kid, I looked up to my parents, and my family to find where my life would be at when i got older. I started dreaming early in second grade when my brother showed me basketball. I told my family i’m going to be in the NBA and or the PBA. i then wanted to be a lawyer, a doctor, and one day i wanted to be a nurse. When i’d be up at 12 o clock when i was supposed to be in bed by 10, i would go outside to sneak some gummy worms and my Mom would still be up studying. I never really knew what she was studying for, but i would always kiss her when she was studying, or run back to my room if she started yelling at me for being awake too late. I always had that respect for my Mom working so hard to clothe me, house me, and feed me. At a point after she graduated as an LVN, she did overtimes and had two jobs just to provide for the fam. My Pops was on his grind too and would do the best he could to support and lay the food on the table.

         Now that i’m grown up, I realize that they put all their energy, effort, concentration, and work into providing for my brothers and I. I have that feeling where i want to repay every single minute and struggle they’ve been through. Thinking about my parents when i was driving home, and they do too much for me. I know people have a worse situation, but I am so damn glad they provide for me everyday even if i get sad that some days there’s no food for dinner. I understand 24 hours in a day is not enough and my parents are only human beings. I see them as super heroes. I see them as the most hard working most loving parents and best parents I could ever have. As much bullshit i give them, i don’t want to be a worry to all their bills, their problems, and everything else. I hate when they nag on their day offs, so i’m sad because they can’t just relax one day without cleaning or thinking about something at home. They did a damn good job raising me because they know i have it better than they had it back home in the Philippines. That’s why i expect struggle, strive, sorrow, and pain on me. I don’t want to see the world and say i was given every single thing. I am grateful for the opportunity that my parents give me the freedom to grow up.

         So when I am in times like these where all my days I hang my head and I reflect on every single negative thing that i can think of, I dream that my parents can be happily retired and i can spend time with them on the weekends to just enjoy their presence and their time left with me. Yesterday I hugged and kissed my Mom for about five minutes and she asked me why i was so happy. I wasn’t in the greatest mood, but knowing i could kiss her on the forehead and tell her i love you and hug her because I still have my Mom in my life, made my day that much better. Thinking about my parents is such a touchy subject knowing how precious and how important they are to me, they’re one of subjects I can shed tears for. Thank you for every single thing. When i’m a PA and i’m settled after school, i promise i’ll put them in a mansion back at their homeland.
- Love, Pat.

You and me both. Moms who were in the middle of raising kids, yet pursuing a whole different career at the same time. Spending countless hours at night into the early AM studying, but still having the energy to cook, clean, go to school, and go to their job(s). Also, the dads who were super supportive of them throughout all of this. Ah, they are the very reason why I push myself in school; I have two, maybe three occasions I am working on making happen ASAP. (1) The day where I announce my graduation from the nursing program at SJSU, (2) The day where I announce I have landed a job. (3) —Still in much consideration— the completion of grad school. The harder I work, the faster these days come, and I can finally give them some room to breathe by taking a load off their shoulders.