Developing Self

I often think back to my life growing up and think about how lucky I am to be where I am now. Don't get me wrong, there are people who had a much rougher childhood, but when I think of the many obstacles I faced, it makes me grateful that I made choices that have brought much happiness my way. I am however, aware that at anytime this could all change and that makes me even more thankful of today. I mean, it happens all the time and more so, it seems, the older we get. More people die, awful diseases strike those dear to us, and tragedies can come out of nowhere. That is why when thinking of the days that we call "bad days" I try to remind myself that things could certainly be worse which helps put things in perspective.
Growing up, my parents separated when I was around 4-5 yo and by age 6 were divorced. I have one memory of them together, the rest is separate memories with each of them. I always say that because I was so little, their divorce didn't really impact me because my memories of them together were scant to say the least. I imagine that had I been old enough or remembered them being together and loving each other, I likely would have had a more difficult time with it. In talking to my mom, she says the years prior to their separation were brutal and downright depressing. Now looking at my kids, I see how much their environment impacts their behavior. I suppose that even if my memory of that time isn't vivid, I likely was significantly shaped by it. Understanding how this shift in my young life changed me is hard to know because I have no recollection of their bad times. I'm glad that they made the decision to divorce when they did. I don't know of one person who likes to watch someone close to them argue or fight and having to prolong something that was inevitable would surely have molded who I became differently.
Custody between them was pretty much split evenly, especially as my sister and I grew older. My dad has always been a very caring and kind dad and really taught us about morals and God. My mom was sweet and open minded and taught us to be kind to everyone, especially kids who didn't have any friends. There wasn't a lot of structure in either home. Dad's place was packed full of auction & garage sale items. We watched the few channels that came in on a black & white tv. He let us stay up later than we should've and always read us a book before bed and said a bedtime prayer. Mom worked a lot and thus was exhausted when coming home with little energy to enforce rules. She trusted us too which was a big part of why rules weren't a huge thing. Neither home had much money. As a matter of fact, many times we were lucky to have milk or bread. Whatever money mom had, went straight to bills and constantly fixing her beater car. She always tried to get us new shoes and a few outfits before school started. Besides that, we didn't get much extras and even school sports were something that would have to wait until I was older and had my own job. It didn't bother me though. I hoped that I'd get hand-me-downs so I could increase my small wardrobe because to me, it was as good as a new outfit. Most of my worries were about making sure my sister and brother were happy. I remember when my brother's hair would get so long, it would almost cover his ears. I would take our cheap scissors and give him a haircut, only to get stopped before finishing because I always seemed to nick him! Still makes me chuckle thinking about it!
I had a step dad who was mostly in prison or jail and when out, he would sneak into my mom's purse and take her money or car keys right in front of my sister and I. He's done so many things to my mom and us that were selfish and wrong. I would hide my money because he would be sure to take it if not. I could write a book about those things that were never ending, but he really isn't worth talking about. Lets just say I learned what a scam artist was at an early age.
I've always looked at the situations that I've been in or seen as an opportunity to grow and learn from. From an early age, my gut strongly told me what was right and what was wrong. You have to take the moments in life that don't go as planned and stay true to yourself and your values. Do not let what happened to you, define you. I learned as I was growing up, that there are things that I don't want to do when I get older. Because of some of the things I dealt with, I grew up to be more empathetic to people who struggle daily with the choices that they are faced with. Life does not always goes as we expect. In those times, how we deal with it is more important than the situation itself.