Day 3: Your Parents
“Your folks are like God because you want to know they're out there and you want them to approve of your life, still you only call them when you're in a crisis and need something.”
I remember when my parents started having problems, but I don’t ever remember them yelling. I just remember them spending a lot of time alone in their bedroom and I remember my mom taking vacations alone. I kept wondering why she didn’t want us to go with her, but I never imagined it was because they were going to get a divorce. I remember the night I found this letter my Dad had wrote to God…saying that he didn’t know what to do because his wife didn’t love him anymore. I think that was when I experienced my first real heartbreak. I never thought my family would be like my cousins. That I’d be the one splitting weekends here and there. I thought I was in this bubble and that it bursting was this impossibility. I remember my mom telling me she was leaving and I remember not really believing her. It wasn’t until I came home from school and for some reason I went to look in her closet and her stuff was gone that it finally hit that she’d moved out. Most everything after that was a blur. I remember Memaw moving out and Uncle moving in. I remember my little brother crying a lot, never wanting my Mom to leave him. It took me awhile to deal with my anger, to forgive but I think after all this time I do.
I was my Mother’s shadow as a little girl so her leaving was a shock for me. It was hard for me to learn to be myself, but my Dad was there every day to help. Soon my life settled back down and I saw that parents were very different people and they were living their own lives and especially in my Dad’s case he was doing things he enjoyed. I remember thinking how crazy he was for getting tattoos and going sky diving. I remember meeting my Step-dad, Mark at King’s Dominion and him basically saving me from choking to death. I remember silly nights with my stepbrother Chris and my little brother watching crazy movies. I remember everyone slowly coming back together again in a new way that made sense. This picture-perfect-puzzle that had been broken was coming together again to form something new, possibility even something better.
Everyone always loves my Mom. She was the first one to say “Let’s go do something fun” and was always up for the beach or amusement parks. She has such a big heart and won’t hesitate to do anything she can to help you in anyway.
People adore my Dad. He works hard for his family, not just outside the house but inside too. He has this quiet calm about him and you know that you can just sit and talk to him and he’ll listen. I think he’s still really just a big kid at heart.
Despite all the pain they went through, my parents were always there for me and I always knew they loved me and supported me. And I think that’s what really matters.