When I look at my mother,
I can't help but to see the strength that she has within her. She is my my best friend....who I can laugh with and cry with and I truly enjoy her company. I talk to her everyday sometimes a couple of times a day, and I know that she one day will not be around for me to hug and love and be a phone call away. Oh how I treasure our relationship!
My mom got married when she was 20, and had me when she was 21 and my brother came along two years later and my sister two years after that. When my sister was two years of age
my dad had a lump in his neck and went to the doctors to find out he was sick with Hodgkins Disease at about 28 years of age...so I was old enough to remember some stuff, like how my dad was sick all the time, and my mom was taking care of three young kids under the age of 7 and a sick husband.
I don't understand how she ever did manage the strength and the courage to push through this tragic time in her life, our life. But with that strength she got up everyday and did what she had to do; muster up the energy to take care of my dad and tend to her young childrens needs as well.
I asked her once how she did it, and she said "she really doesn't remember too much of it, because it was like she was just moving through it all, like just going through the motions, and God only gives you what he knows you can handle. She could only do what she could and God did the rest."
She would take us to our grandmothers house or go visit other family members to pre-occupy our little minds on the things that kids that age should be doing instead of worrying about their daddy. She knew my dad needed the time to rest after having his treatments and going through what his treatments did to his body. She would then wait till he was over the tramatic experience and would bring her children home to give us dinner,bathe us and then let us see our father for a little bit until he needed to lie down and then would put us to bed, and I remember she would say our "now I lay me down to sleep prayer".
I am thankful that my brother and sister were too young to remember seeing dad like that and see what it was doing to his spirit. I am thankful God only allowed me to see only what I saw and remember as well.
I remember it being tough on my mom. I remember going to spend time with family if my mom had to take dad to the doctors. I knew my dad was sick. I knew he was losing his hair. I knew he wasn't himself. I knew I couldn't give my daddy hugs and kisses as much as I would have wanted to anyway.
You know there were times my mom would let me get up after my sister went to sleep, becasue we shared a room and I had to wait for her to go to sleep before I could get up and spend time with them and watch tv a little longer. I think now though it was because I wanted to see my daddy, and I remember giving him a kiss and a hug but being concerned with if I can and if I will get him sick because the canceer was in his spleen so they had to remove his spleen.
All I know is that I thank God everyday that he got better and is cancer free and has been for years. But when you say to me who is my superhero it is my mom for taking care of her family the way she did.
Thankyou mom, and I love you!
My mother,friend,and my inspiration
When I look at my mother,
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