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Personal Narrative: Moving Away From Home
I didn't grow up in the most conventional household. My parents both worked and we consistently had babysitters and nannies taking care of us most of my childhood. My mom was the “breadwinner” she had always made significantly more than my dad and there was really no reason for my dad to work in the first place, he really just did it because he loved it. As my 4 brothers and I got older it got progressively harder on my parents being away from home so much. When a job opportunity with less hours and a sizable amount of money came to my mom she was quick to consider it. She eventually made her decision, consulting my dad very little, she made the decision to move across the country to a place we all had never been to. It wasn't until we moved to North Carolina that things got way more unconventional in the Bates household. My dad decided he didn't want to get a job until at least after a year of being down there in order to be able to settle everything else before starting back into unneeded stress. At first my father struggled, after years of being overshadowed by his wife's success he ended up as a stay at home dad. He struggled with this off and on and tried to act like he wasn't actually into the things that were deemed the woman's job by society such as cleaning and taking care of the kids. At first my dad …show more content…
He went the extra mile, volunteered at school, drove us everyday, cleaned the house and made dinner most days a week. The balance was great, I got to spend time with him when my mom wasn't home and my mom when she wasn't busy. I’ve never been able to have my mom at home all the time but that's okay, having a stay at home dad is just as good. These gender roles we have in society have hurt a lot of us, it holds so many back and does the opposite of what as a society we want to do. We must get rid of these heinous gender roles in order to reach full potential as a

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