Wondering if others remember simple parts of their childhood. When I was growing up I was not able to spend much time with my mom. My dad was my WORLD. The best times with my dad had absolutely nothing to do with money. I cherished spending time with my dad when I was a kid. He never once told me how to live but let me watch him do it. Everyday spent with him has been a learning for me.
I was always taller than my dad :-) how about the feeling of being taller than dad when you sit on his shoulders? They say most of us can hardly remember anything from our first half dozen or so years of life. Years have flown by and I am in my 30's and yet.....
Anyways, I think I have shared enough about my dad already..
Although I am approaching my mid 30s I consider my mother to be an essential part of my existence. I really can't imagine my life without her-her presence, her support, her anger, her caring,. she spent most of her life being silent. Her story is of indomitable grit and dedication.
My mother isn't a perfect mother, but no mother is. She made mistakes. Lots of them. Some of my greatest lessons come from those mistakes. To be honest, she didn't teach me everything I needed to know. We don't have a perfect relationship, but there is not single day that goes by that I don't see her as my Superhero.
My teenage years, as you would expect, were not all fun and play. I felt lonely most of the time. She had to work seriously long hours to make ends meet and she barely had time to spend with me. In my mind, my close circle of friends became my ''family'' and I sort of developed feelings of indifference toward my mom. However, as I grew older, I started to realize that my mom truly cared.
To reiterate, my mom never remarried, never really wanted to. She raised me all on her own and did an amazing job. She got a job and gave me a life just as good as anyone with a mom and a dad. She did suffer a lot socially, even after my dad died since he was a French man -a foreigner. You know how people talk!!
I have witnessed the struggles my mother went through every day. I often found her burdened by a feeling of guilt, the guilt about not being able to provide the things I want because it was not in her budget. I watched her battle with her own inner demons and struggle with the things life and people threw at her. But even through all those things she never let that affect my life.
This journey continued till I turned teen-age. She guided me on how to overcome the stress of menarche. She made me so independent that I was all aware to tackle with the odd situations of life.
My Mother is the strongest person I have ever known. To me, my mother defines resilience.
the journey continues ......
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