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I must say that this is very sappy. :-D)It’s a girl!exclaimed the doctor. It’s my girl,she whispered softly in my ear. If only I could remember that instance, the moment I was born. Not only was that when I began my life, but also the day I met the most incredibly amazing person that I know, my mother. Throughout the years, she would be my mentor, my teacher, and my friend. Like all mothers and daughters, we would have our good days, and our bad, but living with her, my life would be filled with laughter and mirth. My mom has accomplished a great deal in her life. For nearly fifteen years, she has been a single parent. During that time, she has put herself through college, forged her good will in the lives of many – namely her three children – and achieved the much deserved position of supervisor. Out of practically nothing, this Supermom has constructed a city of gold and silver where her family can forever reside. The day Mom graduated from Brescia was when I realized just how proud I am of her. And, even though it was years ago, I carry that pride with me still. Never have I truly understood what a significant and remarkable woman my mother is. At least not until her battle with fibromyalgia. It was a few years ago that we found out she had this great pain-causing disease. Although we’ve had time to adjust, I find it hard to think about how completely she is hurting and will continue to hurt every second of the rest of her life. At times her body is in such a state of agony that it would seem impossible, for any mere mortal under the same pressure, to continue. I can remember times, one in particular, when Mom has come home and just cried. I do what I can for her, anything I think might help. “Don’t worry, Mom, I’m here for you,” I’ll say in an attempt to console her; however, my solidity and toughness is no match for hers. After all her pains and aches of the days behind, she awakes every morning to face the dangers that may lie in the days ahead. Seeing my mother descend so feeble and vulnerable for the night, and rise in the morning a new person with renewed vigor secures my belief that she is an unbelievable courageous woman. She does her job – that of a Social Worker and, most importantly, a mother – to the best of her abilities, despite what her body feels, and I love her for it. For it is within her strong hands and courageous heart that I am held. |
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