If I had ever had any children I would have wanted nothing other than two daughters. No marriage. Just myself, my career, my daughters, and a few female canine companions.
I happily grew up in a home without a father.
In fact, as a very young child I never knew that there was a such thing as a father. And when I did come to realize the parental role of a male influence I definitely did not desire to have one.
My mother spoiled me with so much love and affection. I never wanted for anything.
I had never ran around to have sex with anyone. I had never used or experimented with drugs or alcohol. And I had never gotten into any trouble with the law.
I grew up to become a very strong, confident, and independent woman with much self love and very much self respect.
Whether or not my mother always understood me or not I could always go to her to talk to her about anything.
In the like, my mother had always shared any and everything with me also. We just had that type of open and honest communication between us.
A lot of people within the neighborhood that I grew up in as a child were very envious of the relationship that my mother and I had.
We were always together most of the time.
My mother had never ever put a man before me. She always had my back no matter what.
My mother never doubted or underestimated my potential.
If anything she was certain about all of my abilities and would compliment me with proud bouts of healthy positivity along with assiduous encouragement.
I have never been hurt, abused, or damaged in life. And I give much of that credit to my mother in that field.
My mother had taken very good care of me. I was well provided for and very well protected.
Society has often knocked single parent family upbringing.
Contributing many problem factors to children and young teens as a result of growing up in a so called broken home.
Well as far as I am concerned the stable environment that my mother raised me up in could not have been any more solidly put together.
Aside from the other few negative family members that I had to live with, and their foolish ways, and their mixed up minds, our lives were and are completely intact.
If all single parent homes were supervised or established under an inappropriate mode why did I turn out so perfectly well with no personal hang ups and no societal drawbacks?
The only troubles or obstacles that I was continually plagued by were those that were of or caused by jealous and miserable people.
In which these are universal difficulties to overcome not situations that are reflected to single parent circumstances.
I have observed and have personally known quite a few individuals who had come from two parent family homes. Many who were nothing but disappointments or embarrassments to their unsuspecting mothers and fathers.
A married union does not necessarily equate correctness within the home.
It is the individual character that matters in particular cases. The love, the knowledge, the dedication, and the sufficiency of a capable person.
Everyone is not marriage material and everyone is not father or mother material.
However I do know this.
And that is that I would not in the most be all of the healthy and productive female that I am if I had not had the privilege of growing up with just a mother in a single parent home.
I learned true freedom, security, and leadership.
Other than the innate qualities that I was born with and that I naturally had inherited on my own.
I was enhanced, and better equip for and throughout the journey of my life as a female due to the initial liberation that began from being a daughter.
A daughter who breathed true contentment with no restrictions on a personal territory.
A woman who chooses the demands of her own.
Not accompanied by the biases and influences of the world. Not apologetic toward the world.
And not apologetic toward the reigns and the ruins that are instinctively behind the world.
I am a bambino. A girl. A lady. A woman.
A child of another woman who knows the incomparable beauty of the relationship between a daughter and her mother.