Whether good or bad, our parent's influence contributes greatly to our outcome. I've had two lives with my parents, and both experiences have shaped me into who I've become. The other day, I was wrapping an invitation suite with embroidery floss, because it was the exact shade of blue we needed for Melissa's custom wedding invitation (a simple line drawing of Los Arcos in Puerto Vallarta) and it got tangled. I immediately remembered my mom's basket of yarn, awaiting her next knitting project in our living room. She was always so patient when it became tangled, and would sometimes have a massive orb of yarn, that any normal person would abandon. But she would always, no matter how long it took, take the time to unravel it, and reorganize the yarn into the basket. And, thankfully she did, because now I'm able to sift through, no matter how messy it gets.