Who Inspires Me The Most?
That question is relatively easy for me. My mom. My mom raised six children alone, without child support, worked 40 hours a week, and took a bus. I was born in 1965, out of wed-lock, the sixth child, with a different father than the rest of my siblings. Although, I was not the only child in our family that had a different father, my oldest three sisters had the same father. I was just the only one with a different last name. The next sister had a different father, and my brother had a different father, yet. And most wonder, what kind of person was your mother?
Well, she had a father for an alcoholic, ultimately married an alcoholic and divorced him, and swore she would never marry again. To this day, living with the same man for 23 years, she still has not married him. She had her fair share of drinks on the weekends, that was obvious. If you think about what was available to women of her time era, as far as, birth control, abortion, et. there was not.
She was a little wild I think, some may say careless, but she always stood behind her actions. Yes, she had six children, multiple fathers. Yes, she was not married to all of them, (thank God), but she did raise all of us. She didn’t waiver on that. Each father was well aware of their own child, it was their choice to be involved in his or her life.
Now, my father choose to stay, for 13 years anyway. And if you think getting married for a child sake, I would think again. My father was an alcoholic and used drugs frequently. They continually argued over whose child I was. I was relieved when my father went to work on day and never came back. My mom never shed a tear and neither did I.
She had her ups and downs, but we always had clothes on our backs, food on the table, and a roof over our head. She worked for the same company 20 some years. As my siblings grew up and moved out, my mom and I lived alone for several years. She went through what many call a "mid-life crisis", dating and drinking. This was the hardest time of my life, putting my own mom to bed when she came home too drunk to do anything else.
And your probably still wondering, why I am so proud of my mother. Well, she has always owned up to her mistakes. She offered her guidance and unconditional love to all of us. She taught me how to be strong, independent, and how important it was to marry for love and nothing else. Not for money, not for a pregnancy, not for someone to take care of you, but for love. I have been married for 21 years and I am still in love.