mom and dad

i am more and more 

my father's daughter. 

i am becoming my mother.

it has taken me by surprise really, 

how much i have fallen more and more in love 

with my parents. 

i love that i want to be more and more like them, 

rather than trying to separate myself from them, 

clinging to my own individuality and independence.

on the contrary. 

i look for their forged steps, 

their sure footing,

and fit my feet in those very same spaces.

i find myself lingering longer 

in their presence, 

just to listen. to learn. to glean wisdom. 

i love my dad. 

and his stories. and his life experiences. 

i love his frugality and sensibility.

i love his tenderness, 

his soft and colorful personality. 

and my mom. 

if i become more and more like her, 

i would consider that the highest honor. 

her love for the Word. 

her ability to save, 

to create with limited resources, 

and to enjoy the outdoors and good food,

she praises God for everything 

and that has taught me to be live a life of thanksgiving.

it tickles me, that 

i am the daughter of Jack and Arlene Holwerda, 

from beginning to the end, 

i walk in their legacy, 

forever shaped and impacted by both of them, 

i look in the mirror as a wife, mother, 

sister, friend, 

and i see the reflection of my mom and dad

and i am pleased. 

i love you mom and dad. 

i want to be just like both of you when i grow up.