A Proud Kid

The thing about my parents is that I really enjoy spending time with them. They really define the word cool even though occasionally we have our issues and people tend to piss off other people. But I can say proudly that we're a happy family.

I especially enjoy the company of my mom, we have the same personality and character and tend to enjoy the same things in life. The thing about her, that fascinates me the most is that we tend to enjoy the same literature and I am so proud once I give her a recommendation about a read and she reads it and likes it. Most of all when the subject book is one from the punk rock world I idolize and live by. She accepted and discovered that being a punk rocker means thinking differently in a positive way and expressing yourself in order to make a change towards a better and n+more moral world. Not a lot of parents get that and think about their kids attitude as delinquent, meaningless and short term. I am in it for life and she realizes it. I sometime think of her as having a punk rock attitude herself.

Actually during the time I dedicated to write this post, she is quietly reading and giggling to the wit of Jim Lindberg and his humorous parenting guide. I don't even have to say what she thought about Greg Graffin once she read his book/correspondence about religious dogma. She adored hem and still does today.