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Bountiful Baskets
4 days ago
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A responsibility I was ready to take was of my ailing parents.
I think I have a responsibility towards them.
I was still young when my father was in hospital the first time.
I still am not very old but we have to consider so many things before making any plan. And be responsible for his health thus killing our desires. I am not that old but its satisfying to do so because I love him.
Parenting. It's the ultimate responsibility, but is anyone ever REALLY ready for it? I thought I was; I had read all the books, did my best to prepare myself...but I clearly remember holding her that very first time, realizing that her whole future was in my hands, and thinking, "God, please don't let me screw this up." Instant panic attack.
I was given the responsibility o f being a mother at the age of 16 I was not ready to be a mother but I had to grow up and be the best mother my son could have. I was all he had because he father didn't want to be around.
My Mother became seriously ill when l was twelve years old. She was gone by the time I turned sixteen. I had five younger siblings...l took responsibility for them for the house for myself. I felt like the adult in my family from twelve on. I look back now and know I was not prepared for so much worry and care...
My responsibility that I was not ready and still struggling to this day is prioritizing. Time management and prioritizing are 2 important factors of responsibility.
The summer I was 13 my mother worked outside the home. I fell on me to cook dinner [midday meal] sometimes for father, brother and 2 or 3 neighbor men who were helping with haying or other farm work. These had to be hearty, main meals, meat and potatoes and vegetable and dessert. It sometimes included killing a chicken, plucking and cutting into frying pieces, as well as cooking and baking. A lot of work. And when dinner dishes were washed there was mopping and dusting and ironing ... also piano practicing. I think that only lasted two summers and then she quit the job.
When I held that delicious 8.4 pound bundlye of joy in my arms. It was scary, awesome, and wonderful at the same time. I didn't think I could care for this sweet child.
When I was 13 I had to 'babysit' my newly born cousin, a lot...all the time...it was like I had a child of my own. I think my mother conspired with my aunt to show me how hard it is to raise a child so that I wouldn't have one of my own before I was ready.
I'm 30 and I still don't want to have kids...
My sister got married one fine day and being the only other female in my family, every household responsibility feel upon me. I do what I can but I am not too good at it. I do want to move out though and be on my own.
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