My parents are truly amazing people. My mom grew up in a family of seven children, with two older sisters, an older brother, and three younger brothers. She chose her own college; strangely enough, she picked Heidelberg College in Tiffin, OH. They had a study abroad program, and she says that’s why she chose to go there. In the four years she was there, my grandparents could only make out to see her twice – parent’s weekend her freshman year, and graduation. Of course, there were kids at home that had to be taken care of. My dad was born in Ohio, and lived in Oklahoma and Nebraska before settling in Austin, TX. His father was a Presbyterian minister, and his mom a librarian. Unlike my mom, he grew up with only a sister. He also went to Heidelberg College, but for a very different reason – his father had gone there, and was still a very respected alumnus. They met freshman year, but didn’t start dating until their senior year. The stories that they have of their college days are fascinating; I hope mine are just as amusing. One of my favorites is one from my dad. He says that he and his friends were wondering what to do one night, and he suggested that they get a six pack and drive around. Naturally, his friends were stunned, because drinking and driving was illegal in Ohio; it was not, at the time, in Texas.
My parents got married in October 1982, and lived lots of places. Dad decided to get his master’s degree in Classics at UVA, and that’s where I was born. Charlottesville, that is. A couple years later we moved to Staunton, where my brother was born. About 3 years later, we moved to Harrisonburg, where my sister was born, and where my parents have lived ever since.
I say that my parents are amazing because they are unendingly supportive of the three of us. You don’t always get parents like that. Granted, my father was not so happy when I told him that I was in a play my senior year of high school, or that I was going to theatre camp in the summer. I’m pretty sure his exact words were, “Actors never make any money.” As far as I know, however, he’s pretty much accepted my life in the arts. My brother, who’s 18, is currently living in Tempe, AZ, with his girlfriend; they’ve been out there since August. He’s a part of Americorps, and helps build houses for Habitat for Humanity. Neither he nor Camila were really ready for college when they graduated, and were somehow both accepted to the same program. Once again, my parents stood by them 100%. They’re going out to visit them in late March. My sister, who’s 16, is completely different from me and William. She’s a jock; she runs cross country and track. The most I ever did was play soccer and ride horses; William played soccer for years, but only recreationally. You guessed it – my mom is at almost every meet and race, sometimes with my dad in tow. I’ve even been to a few.
Now I’m 21 and getting ready to graduate from college; I’m the first in my generation of my family to graduate from a 4-year college. You’d think I would’ve gotten separate from my family as the years wore on, but that’s totally untrue. We’ve gotten closer since I left. Mom helped me research internships over the summer. My dad comes to see my shows, and gives me advice about my car. Whenever I need help, or someone to talk to, they’re always there for me. They have been throughout my life, and those of my siblings. When we were kids, they took us on road trips, fantastic vacations, and made sure we realized that without family, you have nothing. I absolutely adore my whole family – all 17 cousins, all 14 aunts and uncles and my grandmothers on both sides – but my parents are the people that I strive to be in my life.