To
me, high school isn’t as brilliant as movies and books make it seem. I never
really got into the dances, sporting events, and assemblies. But as graduation
gets closer and closer, I actually am sad that I really never was involved.
High school has been one crazy, amazing, chaotic journey. I have lost and
gained many friends, but one person that truly has impacted my four years of
high school is my mother’s boyfriend.
My
father left when I was two years old. I never really got the chance to know him
personally but from what my mother tells me I am a lot like him. Sometimes I
wish he would just be there for my siblings and me. Or, maybe even come around
once in awhile. But all my life, I wandered how it was to grow up with a
father. When I was younger I prayed everyday my father would come see me, but
eventually I gave up.
A
couple of years later, God answered my prayers. He did it unexpectedly. He didn’t bring me my father, but he blessed
my family and I with an incredible man. My mother never dated anyone after my
father left. She thought my siblings and I were enough, and she claimed she was
happy, but I knew deep down inside she wanted love. She devoted all her time to
us, so it was nearly impossible for her to find someone, but she did.
I
remember when I first met him. It was at a basketball game my freshman year. It
took me awhile to get used to him being around. It definitely was weird at
first. I was used to my brother being the man of the house. But, overall, it
was an easy transition because it was easy getting use to my mother being
happy. My mother definitely deserves to be happy.
He
has helped me a lot through high school. He would pick me up late at night when
I came back from football games, buy food for me, and give me advice about
college and boys. My siblings and I enjoy him being around. He puts up with
four girls in one house, and I definitely can respect him for that. I know it's
not easy, and he doesn’t really have to be here, but he chooses to. He has
always been there for me. He knows how to talk to me about certain subjects a
father should talk to their daughter about. He respects my mother and gives her
everything, and I could not ask for any better fatherly figure. I cannot
imagine high school without him.
I
have never called anyone ‘dad,’ and honestly I do not think I could ever call
anyone that, but when I’m at the store with him and my mom, and they refer to
them as my parents and him as my dad, I smile and my heart brightens because I
now know I have someone to look up to like a father. He definitely has been a
huge impact throughout my high schools, and I cannot thank God enough for
putting him in my life.
