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To love and let grow

The responsibility of being a parent is crazy. Your responsible for this tiny little thing. Making sure it gets morals, values, becomes a functioning member is society (as opposed to a serial killer), and all sorts of other things. You ride this fine line between giving your child enough rope to learn but not to hang them selves, or at least be close enough to cut them down when they hang them selves.
My dad is an amazing person and he is a great parent. One of his favorite stories to tell is when I was studying in Mexico and we got held up at gunpoint, I waited a week to tell them because I knew if I told them right away they would put me on the next flight home. A week later, they would realize I was just fine and no need to come home. Both of my parents have taught me to be independent and try new things. But I can always tell when I do things that make my dad nervous. Though he just applies the logic he brings to everyday and sends me on my way.
But as I talked to him about getting ready for a fight and what I was going through, I could sense his worry. I tried not to let it get to me but it breaks my heart. So when I called last night to tell him I have a date and an opponent for my first fight, the nervousness came through the phone clear as day. It shook me but I tried to stomach it.
But today when I got out of training, I had a voicemail wishing me happy birthday and a long uncomfortable pause and then he says "I'm excited that your happy about your fight, I'm a little nervous but I'm excited for you, I hope everything goes well but your going to have to live it up on your birthday because then you are going to have to start working pretty hard." He was there for me, giving me just enough rope to grow into something that I want. And being his logical self, saying I better train right. It was the blessing I needed but didn't need.

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