It's Not About Me
I think parenting is hard. Maybe it's just me. It isn't about me and is about me at the very same time. It isn't about me... When I was a senior in high school, I decided not to run track and field. I came home to hear my dad say, "How could you do this to me?" I remember that moment. Later on my high school graduation when my dad, scolded me loudly in front of all my friends after I'd tried to find him and his girlfriend (my parents were getting divorced) saying "How could you do this to me?" I remember knowing at a very young age that what my dad wanted from me was a child he could brag about to his friends. My achievements weren't mine. They were his. My failures... well, there weren't to be failures. I remember also knowing, even though I was the child in this relationship, that the decisions I was making weren't about him. They were about me. I was a teenager and I was growing up. I wasn't trying to be ma...