Childhood Memories
Have you ever looked back on your childhood and seen things that you hadn't seen then? You know when you realize how slanted the perception of childhood is compared to adulthood...
When I was younger, my father worked in Oshawa for my aunt and uncle for two years, living there and only coming home on his days off. We went up as often as possible and he was home for hollidays, but looking back, we barely saw him.
As a child, I thuoght nothing of it. My father just happened to work in another place. My childhood revolved around my mother, not my father, so his absence didn't have that huge an impact, though I certianly missed him. I loved visiting him in Oshawa and I looked forward to when he'd be home, but life went on.
It wasn't until my mother and I were talking about it yesterday, that I thought about how hard it must have been for him spending all that time away from my mother and I. I know that when he was home it was always during the week (he was a cab driver, so naturally he worked weekends), and he insisted I come home during my lunch hour so that he could have that extra time with me.
It was that memory that made me realize how much he must have missed us. When an hour at lunch is that important. It must have been very lonely for him to be so far away from us. It must have been hard on my mother as well, to basically be a single parent. Or at least the only parent there day-to-day.
Why didn't my mother and I move up with him? Probably because they didn't want to take me away from the school I loved and all my friends. Castleton was home to me and they didn't wnat to take me away from it. Besides, at the time we were living with my grandfather and a) he needed someone there (my aunt moved in when we moved out) and b) it was a rent-free situation, so....
I just never looked at it from my parents point of view before. How hard those years must have been. Sometimes, you never really appreciate the sacrifices your parents make until you're an adult yourself...
When I was younger, my father worked in Oshawa for my aunt and uncle for two years, living there and only coming home on his days off. We went up as often as possible and he was home for hollidays, but looking back, we barely saw him.
As a child, I thuoght nothing of it. My father just happened to work in another place. My childhood revolved around my mother, not my father, so his absence didn't have that huge an impact, though I certianly missed him. I loved visiting him in Oshawa and I looked forward to when he'd be home, but life went on.
It wasn't until my mother and I were talking about it yesterday, that I thought about how hard it must have been for him spending all that time away from my mother and I. I know that when he was home it was always during the week (he was a cab driver, so naturally he worked weekends), and he insisted I come home during my lunch hour so that he could have that extra time with me.
It was that memory that made me realize how much he must have missed us. When an hour at lunch is that important. It must have been very lonely for him to be so far away from us. It must have been hard on my mother as well, to basically be a single parent. Or at least the only parent there day-to-day.
Why didn't my mother and I move up with him? Probably because they didn't want to take me away from the school I loved and all my friends. Castleton was home to me and they didn't wnat to take me away from it. Besides, at the time we were living with my grandfather and a) he needed someone there (my aunt moved in when we moved out) and b) it was a rent-free situation, so....
I just never looked at it from my parents point of view before. How hard those years must have been. Sometimes, you never really appreciate the sacrifices your parents make until you're an adult yourself...
posted by Michelle @ 5:52 PM
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