I Believe Everything Happens for a Reason
“Everything happens for a reason.” That’s what my mom told me when I was a little girl. And as a little girl, I didn’t realize the significance these words would have in my life. But I soon found out.
When I was five years old, my parents got divorced. I didn’t really understand what divorce was or why it was happening to my family. My five-year-old explanation for the divorce was that my mom liked salad and my dad didn’t. The reasoning seemed to be the most logical at the time.
But as I got older, I found out salad preference was not the reason why my family split up. Or the reason why my dad moved out. It was a lot more complicated than that.
Fortunately, I did love living with just my mom and sister. It might’ve been an unconventional family but it was my family. And because it was just us against the world, the three of us grew very close.
My mom taught my sister and me to be independent. Since we grew up in a house of all girls, we learned how to do the “manly” things on our own: We mowed the lawn, carried heavy objects up and down stairs, and assembled exercise equipment, bookshelves and beds. We never would’ve learned how much we could depend on ourselves unless we’d been forced to. My mom was a single-mother raising two daughters while she was going through one of the hardest times in her life. And she did just fine.
My mom taught me I could take care of myself and gave me the skills to do just that. When I came to Penn State, I met 18 year olds who called their parents for every little thing. They called home to ask how to do laundry. Or they got their parents to give them wake-up calls so they could get to class on time. One girl even had her mom overnight food in the mail so it would arrive at dinnertime. I couldn’t imagine doing these things.
I’m now twenty-one years old. And more has happened in my life than just my parents’ divorce. I’ve had best friends become ex-friends, boys become boyfriends, and love become heartbreak. Losing the friend was probably the hardest of these. I lost a friend I’d had for nine years. It was hard and I’m still dealing with the break-up. But this difficult time taught me what a true friend really is. And now I’ve made friends that I know will always be there for me.
I don’t’ regret anything in my life, and I know all of these things have made me a stronger person. Who knows what my future holds? I’m sure there’ll be more happiness, pain, love, heartbreak, humor, sadness and plenty of fun. I’m excited to live these things because I know every one of them will teach me something about myself.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
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