Man of the House

It doesn't really sit by me to post every swing of event in my life on this blog but as of the moment, I guess I really have to "cross the line" (or eat my words, perhaps).

Right now, my family of 25 years is falling apart. My parents' marriage has been tested several times and is now on the verge of dissolution (or brink of extinction, whatever you call it). I can't think of the right word, so please allow me to use this business term--dissolution. My sister and I have opposing views on this issue. She doesn't grow tired of burying the hatchet, forgiving my dad's "trespasses" to my mom over and over again. Whereas my philosophy is simple, if things don't work out to the best interest of the partners, then it's time for them to exit and move on; just as simple as the law on partnerships and corporation. There's no good reason to create a warped image of a happy family when it doesn't exist to begin with. I don't care being a product of a broken family, what matters to me more is to not see events through a tainted window.

Now you might be thinking that I got the worst dad in the world but believe me when I say he's really one of the best dads out there that you could ever have. My dad has been instrumental in my success. He constantly inspires me with his simple gestures, one is by sending me books of successful people so I could learn from their achievements. When I was a kid of 7 or 8, he would bring me at the courthouse where he worked as a criminal lawyer and have me witnessed the details of court proceedings. He encouraged me to take up business and law in college and to become a student leader/activist. He groomed me to interact with all kinds of people, introduced me to his colleagues as he beams with pride for a son who's supposed to follow his footsteps. My dad and I only see each other once a year and with his absence, I learned to appreciate all the things he has done for me.

Whatever happens in the future, I know that he will always be my father and no- questions-asked about how he portrayed it exceptionally. The only sad part is, everytime I see the sadness in my mom's eyes, I am beginning to lose sight of him gradually.

Now, I am preparing myself to take on his role as the "man of the house" for my mom and my sister. I don't know why God keeps pouring in responsibilities on my shoulders (on top of work and nursing school). What I know is He doesn't send challenges I cannot weather. On a final note, I will always be here, standing, waiting and ready to face whatever best or worst is yet to come in my life. This is my character. This is what I learned from my dad.