My Parents Controlled My Life

The fact of the matter is, I had no direction. Hell, even now I’m sometimes lost…

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I wouldn’t say I was sheltered by any means, but my parents were pretty protective to say the least. For instance, I couldn’t talk to boys on the phone until 16. I couldn’t even accept Valentine’s Day gifts from them till then too. Shaving and makeup were banned beauty routines until 17, Saturdays were always riddled with endless chores that better not be “half-ass complete," and an 81 average resulted in the casual whuppin’ and privileges revoked. Oh yeah, how could I forget - they chose my major for college after making me apply for over 35 scholarships over the course of 4 months and if I didn’t finish in college in 4 years, I’d be yanked pulled from school only to work at the local Mickey D’s which would, in turn, teach me to not waste time nor money while my education was on the line. A bit harsh? Some think so, but I can’t help but beg to differ. Had I not had those strict rules to abide by and fear instilled within, I highly doubt I’d be where I am today.

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In fact, I KNOW I wouldn’t be where I am today…

You see, their iron clad fists and slightly authoritarian parenting style was done out of love and an endearing form of protection. From having to watch Roots instead of Lamb Chops to being constantly reminded of how I must continuously try harder due to my melanated complexion, my parents relentlessly pushed me and aided in my realization of the inequalities of life and how it is ultimately my job to overcome them and succeed regardless.

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Was I compliant my entire life? Pretty much. Did I try to buck the system and rebel against my parents’ decrees? Sometimes - but not too much because residing amongst the living is pretty dope! Nevertheless, there were definitely times when I would sneak and give a guy my digits at the tender age of 14, cover my lids in eyeshadow, and even contemplate majoring in something other than Agribusiness. Thankfully, my defiance didn't last long. This is probably because I knew, deep down, that my folks had my best interest at heart - not to mention, I’m pretty sure they could see how fickled tendencies permeated my prepubescent mind. It’s like they did me a favor.

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Do they still have the reigns? Hmmmm somewhat…

Even now, dating a guy they don’t like usually ends pretty quickly, lectures are pretty commonplace, and heeding their advice is typically rudimentary. At this point, it’s more of a lifestyle to me now. Don’t get me wrong, however. I’m a big girl who can and does, in fact, make decisions on her own - it’s just that when I’m unsure and doubtful, I relinquish all control anticipant of being guided once more. And guess what…I don’t see anything wrong with it because, quite frankly, they haven’t steered me wrong yet!

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Everyone doesn’t agree. And they don’t have to.

As a matter of fact, most folks think it’s downright weird. My parents have been ridiculed and so have I. Well, I guess that’s why I’m writing this post - to say “We don’t care!” And for those of you who grew up similarly, you shouldn’t either. If our parents don’t raise us, the world will…

Remember, it’s your path but there’s nothing wrong with taking your parents, and their advice, along for the ride. I pinky promise you’ll fare (much) better in the end! ;)

Remember to Live Life, Beautifully ♥