I had a few glasses of wine to 'relax' and as I did so, I noticed my Mothers legs perched next to mine. They were my legs only thirty years into the future. Those legs had made their own mistakes and accomplished their own set of ambitions.
I managed to reach a certain calm. I looked to my Dad and appreciated his company more than I ever have before. I looked to him to notice that after all my speculations - I was right where I belonged in that I am their daughter. We are one in the same.
I find it odd that I had never realised my Dad's reservation and superficial idiocy filled with such candour. I respect him to know that he has once stood where I am. In his own ways he has been through his own struggles and come through the other side to be a great parent. He had a choice between overanalysing tremendously and letting things be and he chose the latter.
My parents are me but grown up. I am my own person with my own mistakes yet I am spawned from these two kids in front of me. I strive to be as they are. They grasp every opportunity like it's a drop of water in the desert. I'll try my hardest. I'll learn to balance the knowledge with the humility to stay positive. The realisation that you parents are actually normal human beings is a strange one.