Thursday, December 10, 2015

Parenting an orphan

With so little of my own parents in my life, a few hilarious things have come up for me. Let me break them down for you. 

My friends have started to parent me. I was out with a friend the other day who works with kids, and before we left a restaurant she said, "maybe we should use the washroom before we go" and sure enough, I had to go! 

My cousin was a huge help buying my place, and just in life in general. She's a great role model, and part of the reason I adult as well as I do. Sometimes she'll bring a meal along when she knows I won't have eaten, or gives me the same treats she gives the kids, and I love every second of it. 

The guys at Judo are my giant pack of dads. They teach me Judo, but also about life in general. It's a little family, who joke and tease as much or more as my biological one does. Had this new guy I was seeing been able to make it to the Judo banquet, I'm sure they'd have given him the grill. 

Even the Telus guy that came in to install my internet modem even gave me sound fatherly advice. I'd only been in my place a week, and he joked that he found himself voicing the help because he had a daughter my age. 

As much as I recognize the deficientcy, I appreciate the help. My support network is amazing, I have surrogate parents out the wazoo, and I like looking out for each other as humans. It's a nice fuzzy feeling. 

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