I come from a small family.

Because we have lived in rural areas since I was born, we have become incredibly close. As an adult, I have come to view my parents as more than parents; they are my friends as well.

My mother is a bubbly, happy woman. She is someone who can always see the best in people, and tends to bring out the best as well. She is currently studying to be a high school science teacher, and I think the job will fit her well. See, she used to teach college chemistry, but became frustrated when smart students didn’t pass because the school system figuratively failed them. She hopes to change that, one student at a time. I don’t know how she does it, but she has had a blast helping kids become passionate about science. Don’t get me wrong, I love science, but I have never been able to inspire that love in others. My mother can.

My father doesn’t do much for ‘inspiration’, but he does exactly what is needed. He has an uncanny ability to figure out what a person needs, and then becomes it. Need a teacher? He can teach. Need a hug? He’s is a very skinny teddy bear. He becomes what is most needed. I don’t have any idea how he does it, and I’m not sure he does it consciously. But the fact remains, he is one of the most caring people I know.

It is interesting to note, then, that I am literally a perfect mix of my parents. I’m serious. Myers-Briggs, the personality test, is big in my family. My mother is an ENFJ and my father is an ISTP. If you don’t understand any of this, look it up when you have time. Myers-Briggs is fascinating. Anyway, I am an INTJ, a perfect blend of my two parents, it even lines up pattern-wise as well. In all honesty, I think our personalities, and their differences, are the reason we get along so well.

The below picture is of me and my family.