Personal Narrative: Wit With My Father

Another game, another no-show. Peering into the crowd full of screaming fans and proud parents, the nerves set in as I begin my halftime routine. Unfortunately my dad wasn’t one of those proud parents, but I push my feelings aside as I feel my base grab my foot and say “We go on five, be ready.” The next five minutes are full of the taste of sweat as I hit every stunt. As I walk off the field, the football players walk back on, reeking of body odor and determination. After watching the crowd go crazy for us, I am proud of myself for giving my all and accomplishing something of my own.
Growing up, my dad was forced to be independent, similar to how I am. His parents got divorced when he was only eight, and it was really difficult for him. His mom and dad fought hard for custody. About a week after his dad won custody, he forgot to pick up my dad from school, forcing him to walk home where his mom found him crying in the corner of the garage. Throughout the rest of his childhood, my dad would have many more moments of independence that would lead him to the man he is today.
Throughout my highschool career I can count on one hand how many games my dad has been to. Although it may bother me at times, I’m a stronger person because of it. I have learned to depend on myself by getting a good job and keeping myself busy with school.
In the future I want to use my independence in a different way than my dad did. I may not have to depend on other people but I want my kids to depend on me. I am going to try to be an amazing mother, always reminding my kids that I love them and always telling them how special they are.However, I’ll always value the way my independence taught me to be a good worker, self-reliant, and my ability to multi-task among many other