My parents got divorced when I was in the 3rd grade. My mom was a single mother who never complained about having to play the role of a mother and father. She never once complained about not having any time for herself, she never did by the way unless you count the 5 minute drive to and from school to her work. She drove me to sports practices, dance practice, piano, girl scouts, dance competitions on the weekends and followed the bus in her own car on the way to games. She never missed anything, ever. She worked hard and sacrificed so that I could have more or so she could buy me whatever I wanted, even when I didn’t need it or deserve it.
She’s my person. She has shown me how to be a mother, when I had no clue how to change a diaper before the boys were born. She has counseled me and loved me when I was less than deserving of being loved. She encourages me and pushes me to get or do whatever I want.
Until the Mission is Complete,