A Zebra's Stripes

The history of how a person formulates their stripes can be simple or complicated. Although I believe this statement, I also believe that as an adult we can modify our stripes as we evolve as a person. Some people come out of the womb playing basketball and go on to be professional NBA superstars, while others find themselves struggling professionally to find their way. Some would say genetics have a determining factor of the person we become. I think that in life we all form our beliefs, morals, drive and confidence from different life experiences and human interaction through feelings. Think about it. If you like the way something makes you feel, then you want to replicate the action repeatedly. On the contrary, bad emotions stop you in your tracks and you do not want to repeat it. This is true of a person at any age.

The Formation of my Stripes

I was born a military brat at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am a native Las Vegan that continues to maintain my roots. My father’s career kept him from spending the weekdays with his family as most of his career was spent deployed on top secret missions. I know I am one of only a few military children that can say that we never moved, hence the fact I am still in Las Vegas. Although my father was not present during the week he was on the weekends; and as I reached my high school years, he retired with 20 years under his belt and started his second civilian career as an electrician. Believe it or not, it took some getting used to having him around every day. My memories of my father growing up always have fun adventures associated with them as he wanted to make the best of our time we had together on the weekends. I was the closest thing to a boy that he was going to get. I took my role as the tomboy very seriously. I found more enjoyment from being outside with him, fixing up cars, mowing the grass, camping, shooting, playing sports, fishing and even stealing his Coors Light beers and drinking them to emulate his every action.

Just as my story started with my father, my mother was also absent from my life growing up. It will be very hard for her to read this as she may not be willing to admit or even be able to identify with the reasoning behind her actions. I just want her to know that it impacted my life in a good way. It may have been difficult at the time, but it also taught me many lessons in life that I am now teaching my child. My mother was a workaholic that put her employees and her career in front of her family. The ironic part is that she spent her entire career in Human Resources, which made her relate to the needs of others. Yet she could not see the needs of her children. I believed she thought of her employees as her family and her children as her employees. This statement comes from a child who cleaned the house, did the laundry, and made meals when her parents were absent. The children were not forgotten, just put on the backburner.

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