For those who may not know, I was raised by a single mother. My father left my mother when I was two and a half, and never had much involvement in my life since.
But today’s post isn’t about that.
The best media comparison I can give you to what my life was like having a single mom is the relationship between Lorelei and Rory Gilmore, in Gilmore Girls. Of course, instead of being 16 years older, my mom was 33 years older.
But, what the cameras don’t show is the struggles that my mother went through. Truth be told, I can never fathom what it was like for my mom to go through all that she did — a nasty divorce, taking care of a constantly sick daughter and maintaining a household on a single paycheck.
But, somehow she did. And, she did it with strength, class, dignity, and grace — and was able to raise a child in the process. That is why my mother is my hero.
Sure, there are times that my mother and I do not see eye to eye about things — but then again, in every relationship, that happens. With that being said, at the end of the day, I do know that my number one cheerleader is my mom. She read nearly every article that I’ve written since my high school newspaper days. She sat in every high school performance that I had, attended as many badminton games as she could, bawled her eyes out at my high school (and college) graduations, and helped me edit articles.
So thank you, Mom. Thank you for putting me through four and half years of college so I could be debt-free. Thank you for reading every article, even though you didn’t understand them. Thank you for buying me books, and feeding my love for the written word. Thank you for raising me all by yourself, and giving me the best that you can give. Thank you for sitting through boring high school concerts, and for helping me get through a rocky couple of months.
Thank you for being my mom.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!