My hero is not the first lady nor is she a rock star or an actress. She is all of that and so much more. She is my Mother, and she is my sounding board, my confidant, my best friend. My Gram did not live long after I was born ((I was maybe five when she passed)). I do not remember much of my Gram only that she was nice to me and Alex. As I got older, I came to realize my Gram was not who I knew. Hearing stories of my Mother’s childhood made me realize what a woman of faith she must be to still be here today. Thankfully, like me, she had others who looked after her and encouraged her and lifted her when she was down. She met my Father in the Army National Guard and together they had me and Alex. We were born 3 years and one month apart exactly so growing up, he was my best friend. Tragically but heroically, Alex went home to His Heavenly Father back in 1991. The years were not kind, but Mama did the best she could and still tried to make my life as normal as possible. Being a Christian woman, she opened our home to a gentleman who raped me the first night he moved in and continued to do so for 2 years before I came forward. I was then removed from home and was placed in foster care and denied ANY contact with my Mother for about a month. I can still see fourteen-year-old me running down the hall of the courthouse and leaping into Mama’s arms and clinging so desperately to her. As always, the years went on and of course we fought and bonded, then fought and bonded again. Then our eldest, Liam, got severely ill with pneumonia and he was hospitalized for about a week. Night and day, I was at his bedside, crying and praying, and I also received a deeper understanding of what my mother endured for years.
After Liam recovered and was sent home, I spent a lot of time examining my relationship with my Mom. How could this woman who endured such tragedy still have faith? Why hadn’t she given up on God? It took me a long time to realize she never gave up on God because He never gave up on her. As I grow older, we frequently reminisce and her favorite thing to reminisce about is my childhood and how God was there even on my darkest days and I was blind with anger. She reads her Bible every night before bed and listens to me talk about Faith Like Mary constantly. She is quick to correct with an overflowing heart of love ((even if she does come across as brusque)). Given her life, I would probably be a little on the cranky side myself. Whenever I need something, be it spiritual, physical, or even financially on occasion, she is there opening her arms and saying “do not worry my Child, we will be good because God’s got this” ♥