Transition From Childhood To Adulthood

The event that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood would not be the incarceration of my mom, but the time following. After my mother was incarcerated for drunk driving and possession of narcotics I was assumed to be the primary caregiver of my two sisters. My father was not able to provide,ugh additional support because he was busy trying to maintain his business in such a tough economy. My newfound sovereignty quickly became a full-time job.. I was responsible for the daily duties; such as, drop off and pick up, providing meals, helping with homework. I was also responsible for the emotional support, the first crush and the first breakup. I quickly became a pillow fort architect, a carpool NASCAR driver, a mac n cheese master

For me, I was having trouble being a teenager. Incredibly busy with an AP homework load, rigorous soccer schedules, dealing with social norms, as well as the stress of choosing and paying for college. Although, mother was dealing with alcoholism, drug addiction and a divorce from her partner of 15 years. These experiences marked my apparent transition from childhood to adulthood. Caring for my sisters taught me patience, that not everything is going to be in a timely manner and how to deal with things in those situations. It taught me communication, and how to interact with those whom I do not see eye to eye with. My mother's incarnation taught me compassion, that it is important to care for others before yourself. It taught me determination, that only I can control my future and I will inspire everyone around me to be the best they can be, including my mother. Though packed full with unrealistic demands and enormous responsibility, my transition to adulthood showed me what it means to be successful in this world. Today, I do not resent my mother for her addiction. Instead, I hope that she can learn what I have, and that she can become a healthy, happy person