Today's challenge was to write a post about my parents. My parents are...not very similar to me.
It's something that I've grown to respect about myself and about my parents.
They grew up in a very different environment than I did. They went to the same high school, and had a completely different experience than I did and yet I keep doing things very similar to them.
I went to Utah State University, same as my parents. I also lived with my grandparents for a time like my mom.
I got married in the Logan Utah Temple, same as my parents. And at the same age as my mother.
I am living in the same house in Hyrum, UT they lived in 20 years ago.
No matter where I go I feel like I run into people who know my parents.
From the woman I visit teach, who knows my dad as the best veterinarian she got into contact with, to a professor on campus who remembered my dad.
I used to get sick of this. I would sullenly respond to queries about my parents with, "Yes. I am their daughter." and try to change the subject quickly. I felt like I was burdened by the expectations people had of me based on my parents.
It wasn't until I was talking to a friend about getting into law school and I mentioned that my parents family friend was part of the faculty and I could maybe get him an interview. Someone mentioned how many connections I had and I sort of brushed it off. But it started becoming apparent to me that my parents' awesomeness that I kept hearing so much about, gave me my connections to jobs, interviews and services otherwise expensive.
As much as my personality is different from them, I am glad I have them in my life.