Which of course, makes me reflect upon myself.
My parents were together for the first 7 years of my life. Of course, being a young girl, I only saw what I wanted to see of my life, and at that point, school and cartoons made up most of my day. I honestly do not remember most of that time, for whatever reasons, and that's fine with me. Had there have been something scarring enough to have emblazoned itself on my memory, I'm sure it would have, so I am lead to believe that those 7 years were not so bad.
However, things must have been bad at some point, because when we were 7, mom packed up my brother and I and moved us across town.
Now, I am not going to sit here and say that daddy was never around, because that's just not true. He came to visit, took us to see family, hung out with us...all kinds of things. I never felt disconnected from my daddy. He was my Superman! Even when momma moved us 90 miles away, we still had our every other weekend visits with him, which was cool. There was a custody battle that ensued, and because of it, every June 15 (for a few years straight) my brother and I moved from one parent's home to the other. When I look back on it now, I actually liked that arrangement. It was pretty cool with me.
While living with momma, I learned how to work hard, because as a single mom, that's what she did. While living with daddy, I learned to cook and clean, and how to manage my money. These are things that my paternal grandmother (my 'best friend' at the time) and my stepmother helped teach me as well. I still never had the whole disconnect from my father.
Now that I am an adult, I totally see my father's influence on me, and my choices for relationships with men. Glad to have almost always had him there, I knew what to look for in a mate, because of who he was, and who I loved him as.
- I know that I want someone who has begun to establish himself, but not yet at his peak. I mean, let's be honest, I have 3 kids. I need to know that you will be able to take care of us while I am doing that same for you. This also leaves room for growth, since neither of us are at our peak.
- I know that I wouldn't mind him having children already, because my father taught me how to accept someone who already has their own, and how to blend a family. This is important to me, since I am unable to have anymore myself.
- We must carry the same beliefs. I have tried to stray from this in the past, only to find that it really does bring up ALOT more questions and issues than either one of us were ready for, and neither of us knew how to deal.
- I know that I must be submissive in certain instances, and that I am to be a support system, even when I do not agree completely with a decision that has been made. (And "I told you so" is NOT acceptable, because really, what help is that?)
Other things that I got from my father:
- Hiding my pains: while going through my bout with cancer, I only told a few people. I don't know if anyone really knew how serious it was, but I know FOR SURE that my daddy didn't know. By that time, he already had congestive heart failure, and I didn't need him having another heart attack on me. Little did I know that he also was keeping a huge secret of his own...
- My spontaneity for travel: I can hop on the road and take a trip anywhere, anytime. As long as Ive got the fund and a working vehicle, (and my iPod, of course)
- Our love of music. I don't think I need to expand on that one...
I am grateful to not have had to deal with 'daddy issues' like some others. Though we didn't always live in the same home, I was never very far from mine. Even as an adult, he stepped right back into 'being daddy' when I needed him to. We had our own issues, but he helped shape me into who I am today, and who I seek to spend tomorrow with.
Something I got to honor him while I was away...I miss my Superman...
...thanks for reading. Until next time...