i have no words to describe her strength and courage that i have seen in my thirty some years. as i have grown older, i want to turn back time to remove any and all pain that she has gone through. at times i feel i am the parent and want to shelter her from the evils of the world. even to this day, i hate to see when she is stressed from work, had her feelings hurt, disappointed by others or simply in pain.
these last two years she has gone through a tremendous amount of physical challenges from being attacked by a dog, a broken pelvis, a vicious infection and now some heart problems. and no matter what i'm doing or where i'm at, she's always taking care of me or my father or my sister. i admit, and am not ashamed to do so, in saying how i speak with my mother at least once a day if not more. last summer i taught her how to text. she is now a texting fool. it's nice to receive a early morning text from my momma letting me know to have a good day and that she loves me.
i only wish that i can be half the woman she is when i grow up.
my heart...my life...my mother