My mother, is the strongest, and most defining person, in my life. I talk to her almost daily. She represents the best in humanity, and her heart, and intellect, make me feel far inferior, to her.
I guess the word itself, “mother,” makes me feel like humanity is not a lost cause. The love of a mother, and the bond they have with their families, warms my cold heart.
They are the true champions, of our society. Tupac’s song, about his mother, shows that even an imperfect mother, is a thing to be treasured.
My mother worked a full time job, as a waitress, while carrying my big ass, and going full time to college (South Carolina,) to get her masters degree.
A female, carrying a child, is THE MOST IMPRESSIVE THING, I’VE EVER SEEN. They are our saviors, and are irreplaceable, in society.
Mother = love. Unconditional love. I would lose a part of myself, that I could never get back, if/when I lose her.
She loves me. No matter what stupid shit I’ve done. She tolerates me, and my father. And I credit her, for any/all compassion, that I have. She is literally an angel. I sat this, as an atheist. I don’t deserve her. And she she definitely doesn’t deserve to have to love me, and all of my faults. Just hearing her voice, can calm me, and make me fell loved. I can NEVER repay her, for what she has been for me. I feel like, I am surely a disappointment to her. But she always tries, to make me fell better about myself. She is an invaluable, irreplaceable, person. I don’t know what she did, to have to put up, with my father, and I, neither of us deserve her. One of my only goals in life, is to make her feel like I am a good man… Although, I probably fall short of that… But she’s always there. Always understanding. And always supportive of me…
In a way, “Mother ,”is humanity. Without them, we are lost. They are the single most important part of all of our lives…
Words, cannot express my gratitude for her.
