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My dad worked a ton as a kid but it was more out of survival. He was a taxi driver so I never got to see him a lot. Although I didn’t have the childhood of being able to play catch with my dad or have him active in my after school activities, I don’t resent him at all because I know he was doing what he could to provide for us.
If anything I think it led to me developing a hard work / resourceful attitude since I know how hard my dad worked to get me where I am. I respect him immensely and on those late grueling nights where I’m working, I think of my dads sacrifices to keep me pushing and cross the finish line when I’m looking to quit.
Prob not the answer u were looking for, but I definitely think my dads hustle had an immense impact in how I carry myself. Can see the alternative being true tho. In my case it never felt like my dad cared more about his work than us, I always knew he was just doing what he needed to do.
My dad worked a ton when I was a kid, which sucked when I was a kid but as adults we're super close. It's awesome having a parent who understands what I'm dealing with as someone still relatively early in my career who works insane hours and has to travel all the time.
My parents were first-generation immigrants and worked double shifts. I understood from a young age that it wasn't intentional, it was 100% a sacrifice so that I could have the life I have now. I never once blamed them for my upbringing and lack of emotional affection because they showed it in a different way that I honor and respect.
My dad was busy since I was a kid; my parents had me while they were relatively young. He was finishing up his Masters when I was born, got his first corporate job when I was still a toddler, and then started a engineering consulting business around when I was finishing middle school/starting high school.
He made time when he could, whether it be driving me to school or coaching sports’ teams on weekends. But he wasn’t always around and was regularly on business trips. Combined with the fact he was a quiet, stoic guy it certainly felt like a lot of distance. Pretty sure he’s got mild Asperger’s.
It took me until I was older to realize it was a personality thing and that I was sort of similar to him. We get along just fine now but certainly wonder what it would’ve been like if I had a “normal” childhood but my dad is only piece of the broader puzzle in that respect