Strength.I've always admired my mother not just because of her beauty, but because she is so strong. After my father left, there was a time it was just me, my mom and my special needs brother Steve. I don't think my mom had a job when he left and we ended up being homeless and living in a car that a friend of hers let her use in a park on Washington St. I think it was for around a month and it was in August so I am sure my brother and I thought we had died and gone to heaven. She would literally work for food by doing odd jobs and sometimes the 3 of us would share a frozen tv dinner and she would let us eat what we needed and IF there was any food left, she would eat that. A mothers love. I am actually crying as I write this. We often say we would do anything for our children, she did. And she never gave up. It is amazing to me that she has always walked with her head held high, I bet she did even when she was homeless, divorced, hungry and caring for two small children. Now that is beauty. Thanks mom for being strong, and thanks for taking us to the park so much when we were little!!
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Whoe... two days in a row you've made me cry. Maybe you could blog about flowers or butterflies tomorrow? I'm so sad right now and I can't stop crying. =*( Your mom is wonderful.
That is so sweet. I almost cried. Wow, that was like, so... idk. It made me think about my mom and all that she does for me. (P.S. Its so wierd that your mom is so great and you have a brother like that and my mom is so great and I have a brother like that. :))
Mom is my hero. How lucky are we?
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