You're going to want to write this down and point to it often in the future. Today, day seven, I'm thankful to find myself emulating my parents.
I know. I know. Those of you who have seen me stomp around the room with steam coming out of my ears, muttering under my breath, and yelling the occasional "Oooooh! That WOMAN!" might find this hard to believe. Certainly, sometimes her execution might have missed the mark and left us with bloody psyches after a row. That doesn't change the fact that I'm glad to have been exposed to my mom's spitfire personality and junk yard dog, no nonsense, pull up your panties and get it done attitude. Over time, I've grown to be more and more like that myself.
I'm also thankful for my dad's middle of the road congeniality. As a kid, we joked about calling him Mister Maybe. He's played mediator between the two forces of nature under his umbrella for more than three and a half decades. I don't envy his job, but I appreciate it all the same. I'm glad to see some of his Switzerland-like attitudes incorporated into my own personality.
First, do no harm. Second, do not cross the line first. Third, should your own borders be breached, return fire with tactical precision and anime-esque firepower. That's the combination that Nurture has given me. Thank you, mom and dad.