Lacey Marcoux

Lacey Marcoux

How lucky are the both of you to have created such a complicated being. I can't apologize enough for the amount of times that I have repeatedly changed my career pathway over these few years. There have been many occasions in which I had presented–to my parents–ideas for my future. Each and every single time, they have been supportive towards my spontaneous proposals.
I am currently in Clare, Nova Scotia practicing French for 5 consecutive weeks with the Explore Program. Over these past two weeks my mom has continuously attempted to reach out to me via text.... in French, despite her illiteracy with the language. As for my dad, the poor guy manages to control himself while I regularly send him photos of lobster poutines.
Let it be known that, prior to this adventure I had not taken French since the 9th grade...as you can imagine my parents were stunned when I approached them with the motion to temporarily move away...again. However, this time to revisit a language which I nearly failed in high school. In addition, that claimed a large portion of their money to support local missions due to the numerous occasions I was caught swearing in French class. Despite these drawbacks, I still receive "bonjour ma cherie" texts daily.
I'm not sure where my parents continuously find the energy to believe in my absurd dreams. Most notably after begging them to allow me to move to Cleveland, Ohio to study nursing and play University soccer. Fortunately they agreed; however, after two years I was no longer interested in becoming a nurse but instead was convinced I'd be an exceptational hairstylist. As you could expect, it didn't take much to persuade my mom to change programs considering this meant she would have regular access to free pampering. As for my dad, he was sceptical but ensured that he supported me in pursuing whatever it was that made me happy.
Currently, I am 24 years old. I have a diploma in hairstyling, a puzzled career pathway, unfinished business with my education (but it's okay because at least my mom has nice hair), but lucky for me I was blessed with parents who have never stopped believing in my dreams.
This letter is for two special individuals whose–regardless of how ridiculous my goals may have been–support has never wavered. I love you both so much for everything you have sacrificed and put on the line to have gotten me to all the places I had hoped to be. Maybe with all of the extreme career ideas I've had over these years, I can at least make myself useful and invent a way to repay you someday.