I don't know how God does it. Like, does he have an algorithm for designating which baby would belong to which parents? I guess it's pretty common knowledge that there are around 6 billion people in this planet right now, and it's only tonight I've wondered how many people have been born since the dawn of the ages. Well, according to
this website, the answer is roughly 106 billion. Wow. 106 billion Grand Plans for every one of those individuals?
Well, however God does it, I'm glad I was born to these folks I've known all my life as Mama and Papa.
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Thank you for giving me a chance to live, even though I was unexpected. It must have been tough during those days, and choosing to have me must have entailed a lot of sacrifices that I don't even want to imagine. I hope that when you look at me today and see what I have become, it's all worth it.
Thank you for raising me up the best that you could. Thank you for being there for us your children. Thank you for a family that I am very proud of. Thank you that we all get along. Of course no family is perfect, but thank you for all your efforts to gel us together with a strong sense of familial bond, but at the same time not stifling us to conform into whatever ideals and instead letting us find our own niche in this world as individuals.
Thank you for being cool parents. Thank you because we are a family, but we all are friends too, and we are happy to be around each other. I've taken that for granted when I was just a little kid - I thought it was like that for everybody.
Thank you for asking us whether your shoes match your top, or if what you're wearing looks presentable or cool enough. A gesture as simple as that makes us your kids feel important.
Thank you for food, shelter, and clothing - the basic needs according to my first grade teacher. Thank you for our education. Thank you for the little luxuries of life. Thank you for not succumbing to our whines at the grocery store when we were still very small and we wanted to buy flavored candy juice, but you told us it was "walang kwenta". It prepared us to face the harsh realities of the real world that we can't always have what we want, and not all that
looks good are good. Thank you, thank you for not making us spoiled brats. Thank you for disciplining us. Thank you for saying sorry and explaining to us why you had to spank our butts. And thank you for not hurting us elsewhere.
Thank you for drawing the fish pond and the ducks for my assignment in Kinder 2. Thank you for taking the time to type out that encylopedia article about lions for my Reading assignment in third grade, when my little hands were not yet trained to use the now obsolete typewriter. Thank you for making my 6th grade valedictory speech. Haha:)
Oh my. I could just go on and on with this list. I do not know how to thank you enough. You've done such a good job as parents, that I hope when I have kids of my own they'd feel the same way about me as I feel about you.
I hope you both know that you are very special and beautiful individuals, and I'm glad God put you here on earth to be my parents. (Super belated) Happy Mother's Day Mama, and Happy Father's Day Papa. I love you so much!