Difficult Choices - Personal Essay

I’ve made many difficult choices in my life, one major one was deciding I wanted to stay with my mom rather my dad. Although I stayed with my mom most of my life, it was never by force. I always knew that staying with my mom was probably best for me. My mom is more time manageable and responsible than my dad. Not to get me wrong, my dad loves me to pieces, yet he’s never been the authority figure. My dad also stays in another state, and I’m personally not ready to start my life over just yet. I love both my parents unconditionally, which may have made the decision of staying with my mother instead of my dad even more difficult.

One reason I choice to stay with my mom was because my dad is not much of an authority figure. He’s always been the lenient one. My dad has three children: two boys and one girl, me. He always calls me his “little baby girl”. With being his little baby girl I tended to get what I wanted. Not to sound bratty but if I asked for it and it was within reach it was mines. Which isn’t always the right way to handle things. I felt with no strict rules I was going to run wild. So being the fact my mom is complete opposite towards authority and shows “who’s the boss”, I knew it was best for me to progress with her.

Another reason is that my mom is more responsible. My dad is a little more on the immature side. My mom will always make sure I have school work turned in, and maintained my A grade average. When I began cheerleading she will remind me every day to practice my tumbles and jump kicks. She didn’t watch my every move but she wanted to be sure I was just as responsible with my task as she was with parenting me. On the other hand, when I went to stay with my dad his idea was more of giving me money at the beginning of every week and let me do as I please. It’s not that he didn’t care it’s just he’s method of parenting wasn’t has broad as my mom’s.

Moreover, my dad lives over a thousand miles away. My dad stays in Bridgeport, Connecticut. My mom and I used to live there but we moved when I was five years old. Since staying in Memphis these past thirteen years I’ve made lots of relationships. Yet in Connecticut I know only my family members, who are all adults some 10 years older than me. Being in another state with no found associates can tend to be depressing. On top of not knowing anyone out there, it is too far away from my mom. As much as we bump heads, she is my first