My Mother

No life is easy. We live in the trenches of despair, climb up the wall of hope, run through the valley of unknown and maybe we fall into another trench. Maybe.

Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of tumbles. What have I learned? Nothing and everything. Mostly, no one is perfect. People make mistakes. Trust can be lost and it can be the greatest gift you give and receive.

My mother has taught me a lot in my life. She’s taught me to fight, always fight and to never give up. She is the main reason I stand up for equal rights. She’s why I speak up in a room full of silence. 

When my son was diagnosed with Autism, I never panicked. I pushed, pulled, foraged. I gathered all the knowledge there was to find. See, my mother had polio as a child. A time very different from now. It took a huge chunk of her life. She fought, she wanted to give up but she never did. It forever changed her. She is a fighter. I am a fighter. My children will be fighters. 

Fear is suffocating if you let it consume you. It’s why we live in a world filled with hate left and right. When we see wrong and we approach it, there’s a chance it can end badly. There’s also a chance greatness will come of it too.

I am a strong woman! I know I am. But I’m that way because a warrior raised me. My mother has her scars, they are the reminders of all she has been through. They are her battle scars. 

Her hugs have healed me, her kisses have been a balm to the world’s burns. Her words are the scripture I believe. She is a woman, she’s my mom. Her blood runs through me. A hero’s blood. My hero.

This Mother’s Day and every day I want her to know how her love; her constant guidance, and her unfaltering support have kept me up. Kept me strong. 

Moms are amazing! MY MOM is amazing! I love you, Mom.