I do connect better with my mom then my dad. We think alike, talk alike, and even look a little alike (I sometimes find myself catching a glimpse of my mom in the mirror from time to time.) That said I get a lot from my dad too, like my coloring and my spacial analysis. And I admit I'm actually finding myself missing my dad more often then my mom here, I'm not sure why. Maybe because since my mom and I talk better I get more of her out of phone conversations.
My mom is loving, supportive, and cute. She's silly. I remember embracing my own silly side when I was in high school and I saw my mom jump on the back of the shopping cart and ride it down an aisle in the grocery cart. I realized that my mother is an intelligent, mature, responsible person... who is willing to let loose and be silly. So I realized that I could do that too. She's also very creative. She taught me to crochet and her favorite creative outlet is her garden.
My dad is very noble. One of the cute stories about my parents before I existed (and there are many) is the fact that my dad had to wait weeks to ask my mom out because he had been in a relationship with a girl and she went off to college... he wanted to break it off, but so did she and she was avoiding him. She wouldn't answer his calls or anything, because she was scared of confronting him to break it off. So he had the honor to drive up and talk to her and break up officially before asking my mother off. That's the kind of guy he is. He's been a volunteer firefighter for eighteen years or so and I am very proud of him.
I love my parents.