She has always seemed like a warm light blanketing the whole family. As a child your mother always seems to be a god, the picture of radiance and fairness. As an adult that persona really doesn’t seem to change, only difference is they become a bit more human in your eyes. When I was 17 my mother went through a very rough and nasty separation from my father, and I can tell you right now that woman is crafted from blood and steele. In a matter of days she was left in her mid thirties with three children under 18 and a house she couldn’t possibly afford. Well she prevailed for all of us, she buckled down and spit in life’s face. She worked herself nearly to death in order to meet the bills and keep food on the table for her children. All while maintaining the image that absolutely everything was fine and dandy, and no matter how much she hurt, how hard everything became, she continued to work herself to the bone to care for
She has always seemed like a warm light blanketing the whole family. As a child your mother always seems to be a god, the picture of radiance and fairness. As an adult that persona really doesn’t seem to change, only difference is they become a bit more human in your eyes. When I was 17 my mother went through a very rough and nasty separation from my father, and I can tell you right now that woman is crafted from blood and steele. In a matter of days she was left in her mid thirties with three children under 18 and a house she couldn’t possibly afford. Well she prevailed for all of us, she buckled down and spit in life’s face. She worked herself nearly to death in order to meet the bills and keep food on the table for her children. All while maintaining the image that absolutely everything was fine and dandy, and no matter how much she hurt, how hard everything became, she continued to work herself to the bone to care for