What My Mom Has Taught Me In Life

What My Mom Has Taught Me In Life

She went through the worst so that I could have the best.

As a child, I had both of my parents in my life. One night, however, stands out from the rest of my childhood, though. That night, my mother had my brother and I pack just a few things for a stay at our Nana’s house. Early the next morning I was woken up to my dad yelling. I was so confused and my dad kept telling me to go with him, but I was scared and decided to stay with my mother. As the years progressed I learned of what had happened—my father's abuse—but after that, everything was okay for a while.

During the recession, my mom had to relocate out-of-state for a job. It was when this happened that my home life took a drastic turn. My younger brother and I were living with our dad when the abuse started again—more toward me than my brother. He would even take jabs at our mother saying that she abandoned us when in reality she was just trying to help get back on her feet and provide as much as she could for us.

After she moved back to Florida, my dad was even more controlling. He would even use not being able to see her as punishment for my brother and I. It wasn’t until I was seventeen that child services intervened and I officially lived with my mother. Even when I wasn’t living with her full-time, we were close (with the occasional teenage anger slipping out). We share a closer bond due to what we endured and without even telling me things, she has taught me a lot about life.

When I look at my mother, I see a strong-willed woman who has the ability to overcome any obstacles she faces. The power that my mother has is something that I hope she passes on to me. She has faced many challenges, but she doesn’t let them define or deter her. My mother is independent—she does not need to rely on a man to give her solace. My brother and I are her trophies, she does everything she can just to be able to put smiles on our faces, and she supports me while I embark on my journey through college.

She is the strongest woman I know, and that is also due to the family she has. The women in her family, her mother and sisters, are her support system. They are all women I look up to, and with them alone I find it apparent that there is no bond tighter than that of your family. Due to what my mother has gone through, the most impressive thing she has taught me is that I don’t need anyone to hold me back from what I want to accomplish. Even with trials and tribulations, you can still come out victorious no matter what the situation is. My mother is my motivation and I plan to make her proud by doing everything that my father said I could never do.

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Do you remember when I was three and we would play together? It was the age of princesses and carpet that was actually lava, and you were the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Do you remember when I was in high school and the world seemed too big and scary? You would know exactly when to take me on a mother-daughter date and have me laughing about anything and everything, and you were the smartest woman in the whole wide world. Now, I'm buried in homework and deadlines hours away from you and we don't get to talk as much you want, but you're still the prettiest, smartest woman in the whole wide world.

I'm sorry that I don't call you as much as I should, and you know a lot of what goes on in my world via posts and pictures. Our schedules just seem to never line up so we can have the three-hour conversations about everything like I want to. I know we don't agree on absolutely everything, but I cherish every piece of advice you give me, even though it probably seems like I'm hardly listening. I know that sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but thank you for putting up with me for all of these years. Thank you for listening to me cry, complain, question things and go on and on about how everything in college is. I know I don't come home as much as I used to, but I think about you all the time. After all, you're my first friend, and therefore, my best friend.

Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, and not downing me too hard for my failures. Thank you for knowing what mistakes I shouldn't make, but letting me make them anyway because you want me to live my life and be my own person. Thank you for knowing when to ask about the boy I've been talking about, and when to stop without any questions. Thank you for letting me be my crazy, weird, sometimes know-it-all self.

Thank you for sitting back and watching me spread my wings and fly. There is no way I could have known how to grow into the woman I am today if I hadn't watched you while I was growing up so I would know what kind of person I should aspire to be. Thank you for being the first (and the best) role model I ever had. You continue to inspire and amaze me every day with all that you do, and all that you are.

I don't know how I got so lucky to have a person in my life like you, but I thank the Lord every night for blessing me with the smartest, prettiest person to be my best friend, my role model, my confidant, my person and most importantly, my mother.


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