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My dad moved out, and my mom assured us that we were going to get through this together. My mom, after being a stay at home mom, now had to find a job; after all she now had two children to provide for. She started working for Marriott Corporation in the Guest Relations Department, making a descent amount of money, but had demanding hours. During the course of the week, my mom sometimes worked almost 80 hours. I was the one who took on the role of a mom, while my mom was working to provide for my sister and me. I was fourteen years old, pretending to be a mother for my sister, and keep everything all together at the same time. I thought of myself as a mom because I did it all.
Being the mother figure while mom was working, I made sure that my sister had dinner, did her homework, and tucked her into bed. I started off with the famous mac-n-cheese and hotdogs, and over the years I then started to obtain some more substantial cooking skills. One of our favorite dinners consisted of baked BBQ chicken, yellow rice and green beans; it became one of the regulars I cooked up in the kitchen. I was the one who made dinner for both Amy and me, cleaned up while she usually did her homework, and then read her a bedtime story, kissed her on the check, and tucked her into bed. I remember nights where I would crawl into bed so that my sister would finally go to sleep because she was so worried that mommy was not going to come home. I would rub Amy’s back, and reassure her that mommy was on the way. Finally, she got too tired to fight sleep anymore, and she quit asking and fell asleep. I would tip toe out of her room, and finally had a little bit of time for myself. By then it was usually nine ‘o clock 9, and I still had a kitchen to clean up, and homework to do. It was always late when I would finally crawl into bed, often with the cordless phone tucked under my arm hopelessly waiting for the call from mom that she was indeed on the way home. I would usually get up and start a pot of coffee, and wait for mom to walk in the door. It was always late when mom finally came home from work. She would peek into my room, and always come in and kiss me goodnight. I usually got up and talked to my mom, it was late at night that we actually had some quality time together.
In high school I had a lot more on my plate then most of my friends. At times I almost felt like my sister, was my child. Not only was I a high school student, an athlete; I also had a duty to my family. My mom did was she had to do in order to provide for both Amy and me. So I took it upon myself to step up and help with my little sister for my mom. In doing so, I was forced to give up some things that most teenagers experience, and take for granted. At the same time, I really benefited a lot from my parent’s divorce. I am a stronger individual because of it. Looking back I think that it was hard for me to deal with all of the changes that were taking place in my home, at the same time my family, my mom, sister, and me also became a close unit. It was my parent’s divorce that brought our family as close as they are today. It was during a time of struggle that our family all stuck together, and got through it as one. My mom is one of the strongest people I know, and I really look up to her in many ways. It was how she handled herself through all of this that I really admire. She was my support during my parent’s divorce, and I was hers.
Talking it over with my mom, she says that the reason my parents had so many arguments was based solely on the fact that my parents were raised very differently. My mom grew up in a very close home, with both nurturing and loving parents. On my mom’s side of the family, she lost her father to cancer when she was only two years old. Her mother was left with three children to take care of. After a year of struggling to make ends meet, she actually remarried again. It was the death of my mother’s father that really pulled her family together. My mom dealt with a lot of struggles in her childhood, losing her father, and then getting through the hardships her family faced which I feel made my mom a stronger person.
My dad was unfortunate, raised by a mom and dad who offered more of a materialistic relationship. My grandfather fought a never ending battle with his health, when my dad was younger his father was constantly being rushed back and forth from the hospital and doctors office. He suffered from a lot of severe problems with his brain. My grandmother tried to overcompensate for the fact that her husband was not around, so she constantly bought toys and sporting items for my dad. In her eyes, I guess she thought that this was the answer to the problem. Which leds me to believe that is why my dad always tried to buy our love; he did all that he knew, and he was materialistically raised. And my mom was the one to wipe our tears, and offer support when we needed it. My parents just did not see eye to eye on much because of the way their parents raised them. Dealing with my parent’s divorce was not easy, but looking at the overall picture it was better for our family. Looking back on my childhood, I can not remember a day when my parents just got along. There was never anything they could agree on. A lot of the arguments were based on Amy and me, and how they wanted to raise us.