Usually when you hear about a single parent raising children, the first thing that comes to mind is a single mother. My situation is quite different. My father has been a single parent since I was 13. It has been four years now.
Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be raised with just the help of my father. Toward the beginning it was quite hard, especially for my little brothers who were 10 and 7 at the time. The thing that really angered me was that my brothers started rebelling toward my father since my mom was the strict parent. My little brothers lost all respect for my father. To make matters even worse, my brothers did not care what I had to say.
I felt shameful and embarrassed for not having my mother with me. I would always envy those boys and girls with very loving mothers and great relationships with them. Since I was the oldest and the only female left in my household, I was stuck with all the “mom duties.” It really frustrated me because I was just barely a teenager and already I had to deal with all these responsibilities at a very young age. My grades were very low due to all the things I had to do. I stopped caring about school because I thought what was the point of it all? Why even try? Is all of this really necessary? I didn’t think it was a big deal since it was just middle school. When I entered high school I still didn’t care. In freshman year, I just passed one class with a C. Sophomore year was when I started caring and I realized that my education is very important and that I wanted to be someone in life.
Even though my father and I always fight, I would not know what to do without him. I cherish him so much for doing everything he can to support us. Being raised by only my father has taught me many things. It has taught me to be more independent and to just rely on myself when I need help with anything.