Sometimes love hurts.
My parents divorced when I was six years old. It wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I fully grasped the impact of not having my father in my life on a consistent daily basis during my formative years. I loved my father very much, and my heart was broken when he moved out of our home.
His absence from my life with my mother and two younger sisters at the time, catapulted me into a role of responsibility I had never imagined. I acquired additional household chores like changing diapers, babysitting, tutoring my siblings, and ironing clothes. I loved to read as a child, and there were many days when I just wanted to be left alone in a corner to read my favorite book of Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Yes, some aspects of my childhood were a bit overwhelming after I became my mother’s helper. I was placed in my very first leadership role. It was a role that taught me to be a loving self- reliant, conscientious person with a desire to meet the expectations of others within my capabilities.
My father’s absence was painful, but it molded me into the person I am today, and the most important lesson I learned was that I can always depend on me.