Yesterday my mother had an operation done (laparoscopy they call it) and before I heard back feedback I was a nervous wreck, praying for the best. I couldn’t lose my mother, again…
You I was blessed enough to have two sets of parents, for the purposes of this article I will call them Dad1, Dad2, Mom1 and Mom2. Dad1 and Mom1 are my biological parents, whose DNA flows in my veins while Dad12 and Mom2 (who also happens to be Mom1’s eldest sister) are my foster parents, who took me and my sister in after Mom1 passed away in 2005, Dad1 had passed way in 1999.
My character is a merger of these four parents. My love for music, writing, tech is all Dad1. My compassionate side is Mom2. My soft side is all Mom1. My principled side is Dad2. I’m very blessed that even though I have lost parents I have never been without parents (if that makes any sense).
Having four parents does have a lot of advantages, including being able to see life from different angles. Dad2’s approach is old-school although he does accept new information. His vast years of experience (he’s in his mid 60s now) remind me of value that need to be maintained and traditions that need to be passed down. Dad1 (who was only 22 years older than me) taught me to not have a ceiling on what I can do or aspire to be. He played the dual role of dad and big brother to me.
With Dad2 and Mom2 I also gained 2 brothers and three sisters, who have taught me a lot about life and myself over the years and have accepted me in my creativeness, which they may not fully comprehend.
I have made it one of my life’s purpose to set up an orphanage for those children who may have not been as fortunate as I was. It’s this initiative that has driven me to want to retire at 40. Why 40? That’s when life begins, or so I have been told.
That’s it. This article was just to clear up the confusion of me having four parents. Happy? Good.
Do you also have four parents?