single parenthood versus single childhood

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yes its true, single parenthood is hard. how do i know? because i have grown up thanks to the care of a single parent and i have seen her suffer. there have been good times and bad; mostly good though. many memories have been made out of those hard times. appreciation for life and what others deem to be luxuries has been gained from these hard times. i have seen her cry, and she is a strong woman, but i have seen her break down as would be normal under said circumstances.she has kept it together, she has kept us together! my mother really is an incredible woman..almost superhuman.

not to take anything away from her and the sacrifices she has had to make; this is not what i am writing about. i'm going to talk about the side rarely talked about. how hard single parenthood is on the children themselves.

its no wonder that they grow to be strong individuals..most of them! a great number also becomes drunks, thieves and conmen like kids out of proper families. don't get me wrong; the only reason why i used proper is because that's what you would do..but i did come from a proper family.

we cannot hide from the fact that single parenthood is harder on the child. OK, in kindergarten when everyone else is talking about their daddies and mommies is probably the first time you realized that there was something wrong at home...when they talk about their daddies and compare stories exaggerating their fathers'abilities what are you to talk about? when they tell u that their mommy slapped them and they told their daddy what do you say? hell, your mama slapped you and that was the end of the discussion.

okay..our friend grew and went to grade one and had to write his first composition: "MY DADDY"...excuse me but can anyone tell me what our young hero is o write about? so yes, he made up a daddy in his head and wrote about that!! and for the next three years he hoped one evening THAT daddy would walk through the door from work. for years he dreamt about that daddy...wrote about him again in grade 4 with a little more detail(and obviously greater writing skills). but any of you imagine how hard it must have been; to be like this at so young an age.

OK we'll skip a couple of traumatizing years and go to the years he became an A class student..having his mother by his side at all those prize - givings was wonderful but you see when u grow up in a single parenthood the thought is that if you had a father he would be perfect and he would be there. of course we all know know about the father's who either get too drunk or too busy to attend childrens functions but no...our friend thought if he had a father, he would be looking on proudly as he went to get his prize and would be waiting for him ion the other side of the stage..camera in hand!!! thank God..i had my mother who did it well enough for two parents..but the thoughts are always there in your head..the what ifs.

then there was the grade seven year...oh the grade seven year. liking girls and not having anyone to give you pointers or advice..or pass down some great family macking secret!(NOT THAT I NEED THAT ANYMORE) that was kinda hard but i guess that's life..it goes on. this was the year most of my friends got closer to their dads, talked more, did more together; i am not gonna lie and say that did not hurt..it kinda did.

high school...i don't know whether school got harder or if i jus got tiered but i just didn't have time to give a fuck!!! it didn't matter to me anymore whether he would come or not..whether he would talk to me or not..whether he would even try to find me...maybe i just grew up!

DO YOU THINK I NEED THERAPY??if your answer was yes...well...

Go suck a &*%#




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