My mother, the woman who gave birth to me and has since that day protected me fiercely. She embodies what pure love looks like.
She is the kind of mother that will give up everything in the name of having you. Despite facing the possibility of eviction from all she has known, to have me at the tender age of 17. She will ride the storms and the tides of this world, that looks down on a teenage mother and will emerge victorious.
She will work impossible hours to ensure that I have a roof over my shoulders and will go beyond the call of duty to ensure I lack nothing.
She will walk beside me, teaching me the steps of life and the responsibility that comes with it. Ensuring that my manners are up to standard, my perception of life on par and my ability to stand on my own a guarantee.
She will instill discipline, regardless what age I may be. Ensuring that no day goes by with me forgetting who I am and where I come from.
She will teach me how to labor in life for all I set my eyes to. Hard work running through my veins, she will teach me to harness my potential and apply it.
She will teach me to appreciate the little things in life and simultaneously aim for more, a paradox only she can teach me to master.
She will fight for me when I grow weary and will hold me up when I threaten to break. She will teach me that you can fall, but you never give up.
She will hold my hand when I do not believe in myself and encourage me in a way only she can ever master, because you have to be a master yourself to teach the student.
My mother, she has walked a journey that has made her who she is. A journey I am most proud of.
I look at her and I see strength that oozes out of her. She is made of steel, yet can bend. She is strength, yet can be weak. She is humility, yet can achieve.
She is my mother.
With a tad bit of crazy