Daddy was a soldier. Mom was a nurse. So I wish I could say whenever dad would tear me down she was there to build me up, but I can't. No ones to blame really. I'm sure my mother never planned to have the life that she now leads. She had my brother when she was 17 and still in high school. Two years later she had me, and four years after that she had my younger brother.
My mom has always been a hard worker and now looking back I appreciate her a lot more than I use to. I guess when you're younger you never realize what your parents go through to take care of you, but they go through a lot. I'll never forget the week when my mother had to be hospitalized for exhaustion and dehydration. Working two jobs, going to school, and having three kids while being a single mom isn't an easy life and I love my mom even more now because you made it this far. Only has one more to go, but he's gonna end up in jail before he graduates so she'll be able to retire soon.
But I haven't always had this beautiful outlook on my mom, I remember when I didn't think my mom loved me and after he boyfriend swore up and down that he found gay porn on the computer and she confronted me about it, I never trusted her again. I couldn't understand how she could believe some random guy over her own flesh and blood. That whole situation really hurt me deep, but I got over it.
I'm 18 now and I understand that whatever she did for me she did in love. I'm just a little sad that it took this long to figure out. I've said this once before, but the day I finally realized that my mom truly loved me was when she started crying when she found out I got accepted to college. It was weird, because for me it wasn't a big deal at all, but to her it was a major ordeal. I guess I can understand that.
I have a huge family and I only have one cousin that has graduated from college so far. My mom was the only one of her six brothers and sisters to graduate from college. My dad never graduated from college. And I guess from my generation of younger cousins and brothers so far I'm the only one in college.
I love my mom and I'm glad I can truly say that and actually mean it. There's only two people I have undying love for and would take a bullet for. My mom is one and the other is out there somewhere probably getting high.
My mom has always been a hard worker and now looking back I appreciate her a lot more than I use to. I guess when you're younger you never realize what your parents go through to take care of you, but they go through a lot. I'll never forget the week when my mother had to be hospitalized for exhaustion and dehydration. Working two jobs, going to school, and having three kids while being a single mom isn't an easy life and I love my mom even more now because you made it this far. Only has one more to go, but he's gonna end up in jail before he graduates so she'll be able to retire soon.
But I haven't always had this beautiful outlook on my mom, I remember when I didn't think my mom loved me and after he boyfriend swore up and down that he found gay porn on the computer and she confronted me about it, I never trusted her again. I couldn't understand how she could believe some random guy over her own flesh and blood. That whole situation really hurt me deep, but I got over it.
I'm 18 now and I understand that whatever she did for me she did in love. I'm just a little sad that it took this long to figure out. I've said this once before, but the day I finally realized that my mom truly loved me was when she started crying when she found out I got accepted to college. It was weird, because for me it wasn't a big deal at all, but to her it was a major ordeal. I guess I can understand that.
I have a huge family and I only have one cousin that has graduated from college so far. My mom was the only one of her six brothers and sisters to graduate from college. My dad never graduated from college. And I guess from my generation of younger cousins and brothers so far I'm the only one in college.
I love my mom and I'm glad I can truly say that and actually mean it. There's only two people I have undying love for and would take a bullet for. My mom is one and the other is out there somewhere probably getting high.
1 comments:
I know what you mean about realizing all the sacrifices your mom and dad had to make. Right before my 22nd birthday my mom ended up telling me about things I never suspected, and never would, which made me feel incredibly sad and guilty. Sad because finding out the tough, unfair trials my mom had to go through was depressing. Guilty because I realized I was selfish a lot of the times, and never considered what my mom had done for me and my brothers.
I've since made an effort to be more of a friend with her than just a spoiled son because I realized that she really needed that from me. Whenever I'm about to complain or lash out about something I always try to stop if I can- sometimes I control myself, sometimes I don't. (Come on, I'm only 22!)
But yeah. I know where you're coming from.
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