When times are hard, my mother would apologize for not giving me a normal childhood. As I got older, I would react with anger and frustration. Not because I didn’t get what children with “normal” parents got, but because there was no need for apologies.
My parents never brought me to the Aquarium, Chucky Cheese’s (is there even one in BC?), or Watermania. But they provided me a supporting and loving home to grow up in. I have never been to DisneyLand nor any other family vacations, but I had someone to go to when I scrapped my knee, lost my first love (or so I thought), and destroyed the oven when my brownie mixed overflowed. Of course, I imagine day trips and vacations with family is great. But I don’t know a different life; my mother has always had MS.
Perhaps I missed out on a lot of things. But if I went down that road, there would be a lot of other “what if”s. What if my parents were wealthy? What if Daddy was a superhero? What if I’m secretly a princess who’s currently kept in Canada in a foster home to be kept away from a corrupted empire? (Okay, I’m just letting my imagination run wild on the last one. I don’t think I’m the only kid that has ever thought of that though… I hope.) There are a lot of things that could, might, and may be. That won’t change what already have happened. In the long run, there are a lot of things I hope for. For now, living day by day and appreciating what we have is all we can and should do.
Love, support, and open communication, is how we show we care about each other. This is the home I grew up in. It’s not always perfect, and we bicker here and there, but this is the life I know.