I would like to show you what the “uncommon” looks like. I would like to share with you what the “unbroken home” feels like. During my childhood I never once felt my existence didn’t matter. I never felt unloved or unimportant. Please do not misinterpret this into me having a perfect life free of struggle and pain, because no life is perfect and we all have our own ups and downs. Today I am sharing with you what I feel is my unique upbringing, which was fostered by the two most special people I know, my mom and dad.Every minute there are 267 new human beings brought into this world and 108 taken away from it. How many of these new humans will be born into a loving family? How many will be born into a traditional family? How many of them will never experience a traditional family?A lot of people in the world look at parenting as a job, something you are forced into, but I believe this could not be further from the truth. I view parenting as a privilege, a privilege that is not necessarily meant for everyone. Not everyone is emotionally and mentally equip for parenting but few realize this until after the deed is already done. I believe there is an understated responsibility when a person chooses to bring a new life into this world, a responsibility crucial to a child’s inner self-love and confidence. Take a minute and imagine a world where every person who chooses to parent a child from day one until year 30 or so, that this said parent naturally put this child’s wellbeing 1st before everything else, including themself? Unfortunately what I do see happening too much today is the direct opposite. Individuals are choosing to be parents before they are happy and mentally healthy within themselves and where their life is heading. The problem with this timeline is when a crisis arrives in their life they bring the focus off of their children and onto themselves since they are still broken and in need of mending. I am not saying as a parent one can't think about their personal life and build into their own happiness because I believe this is something we as adults should continue to do throughout life. However there are direct effects on a child when a parent solely focuses on themselves and in return let their parenting obligations fall to the wayside.I believe children require an immense amount of attention and love coming directly from a parent or parental figure in their lives and when this attention and love is absent the child can easily begin to harbor feelings that their existence does not matter. My parents are the glimmering image of what every parent should strive to be. My mother was born into a German Protestant family and is one of four with two sisters and one brother. My father was born into an Irish Catholic family and is one of six with one sister and four brothers. They both came from very loving families my mother more so, but my father still had a wonderful childhood with endless stories both good and bad. Through their own childhood experiences they were able to envision what it meant to be great parents and the family size they desired for themselves when they too were adults. With the deep values, morals, respect and love instilled within them both as children they were capable and able as adults to know and create exactly what kind of environment they wanted to establish for their own children.Since as far back as I can remember my parents were always involved loving people who were centered on their family. Almost every memory I have growing up involved every member of my family together as one unit. Everything we did together was always family centered; from cooking with my mom to going on hikes with my dad. We would go camping as a family, which of course were fun, but we were also taught to love and appreciate the environment. My parents would involve their friends from college and neighbors, but they made sure that their children would get along with us so everyone was having the best time together.I can honestly say growing up in such a loving setting made me who I am today. It showed me how far the capacity for love in a human being could go. I grew up never having the feeling of separation because of parents living in separate homes. Yes not every memory is happy but even the bad memories were focused on teaching us how to become better human beings. I also have memories of spending time with just my mother or with just my father because even my parents had to work to keep a functioning life and home for us. I can look back at those times with a smile knowing it allowed me to connect deeper with them as individuals. Before you get the wrong idea of what kind of kid I was, I was an absolute terror that pushed every limit my parents had set. I look back and wonder how the hell they put up with such a troublemaker kid, and I am confronted with again how lucky I was because given different parents my life as a button pusher could have gone a lot different. My parents possessed the patience and grace to give even the troublemaker of the family all the love and compassion they had even though I would terrorize their sanity and question if they were doing the right thing. Of course there was discipline in our house, how could there not be with four boys all so close in age? There was not one instant while I was growing up where I was getting punished that I didn't know exactly what it was for, my parents made sure of this so it wasn’t simply just a punishment but a learning experience. As I would push every limit known to man my parents would continuously remind me how I would also be blessed with just boys so I would know what it was like raising someone like me. I would always laugh at that remark and come back saying I would have only girls.Life has a funny way of proving you wrong and your parents right, knowing our lineage and genealogy of course I am now blessed with two little Kyle's running around this world. Did that scare me at all? No, it only made me happier knowing I could give my boys the childhood and life that I had growing up. Looking back on one’s childhood as adults we are in the fortunate position to choose what we would like to repeat and what we need to let die. Fortunately for me I can look back at everything my parents did and only hope I choose to give my own children all the love I myself had. I look back at my childhood and will always be forever grateful for the opportunity I had and for the most amazing parents who were guiding me and molding me into the man I am today – every day I wake up it is my choice to be that man.