Through the Eyes of a Trucker's Daughter

Growing up, I always heard people talk about how my daddy jumped 

from job to job...but that’s because the only job I really remember him 

ever having is truck driving. It’s the one thing he ever really enjoyed 

doing. It’s the one thing he KNEW put food on our table and he could 

meet our needs. 

My mommy would be at home, missing him and because she cannot 

drive (that’s a different story), she’d be at home. She was the one to 

pay bills, get rides from family to go grocery shopping and to take 

my brother and I to doctors appointments. She done so many things. 

Daddy would be home every week to two weeks. Sometimes he’d be 

home the whole weekend, but sometimes only a few hours. We 

cherished those few hours or couple days. Even if we did spend it 

cleaning the truck and making sure he has what he’ll need for 

when he leaves out again. 

When he does leave again, I would watch my mama kiss him goodbye 

with tears in her eyes. I knew why she cried because I always missed 

him to. With those days he was gone he missed family events and other 

things. I’m sure to him he may feel bad about “missing” me and 

my brothers childhoods. But to us, to me, he made our childhoods. 

We still have memories with him and we cherish them. He made a 

sacrifice with a job he enjoyed doing and he knew would provide 

us with what we needed. 

I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t ask him to either. I personally 

think that it made us stronger as a family because it taught us to 

cherish and embrace the moments we spend together and that’s 

what’s important.