A little about The special woman I called Mommy

Dec 16, 2006

A little about the special woman I called Mommy

Just wanted to share a little something I had written about how special my Mom was to me.

My mother was the most incredible woman I have met thus far in my life, not to say she didn't have her bad spots and issues (i.e being co-dependent on my alcoholic father, being too over-controlling sometimes, struggling with an ED herself compulsive over-eating, etc) but all that aside she was still an amazing women. She was the kindest, most compassionate, willing to give anything for someone in need, the most beautiful soul I have meet. My Mom struggeled through raising myself and my little sister, often times with little support from my father as he was an alcoholic and would dissapear for days at a time and was often without work. Yet despite the fact that she was often the soul money earner I did not realize we were poor until I was high school aged, because no matter what I needed my mother always found a way to make it work. For example I was in a ton of sports in high school, this of course gets expensive when you have to have warm-up outfits, cleats, other gear, etc. But no matter what she always found a way to get those things for me AND ENCOURAGE me to pursue the things I loved, even join MORE clubs or sports if I wanted.

She was my number one cheerleader, my number one defender, and for the short five years I got to know her as an adult, my best friend! My mother was one of those people who LITTERALLY would have given someone the shirt off her back had they needed it. She always told me that no matter what I wanted to be I could. I have learning disabilities and ADD, this required my mother to be very proactive as far as my schooling was concerened but SHE never made me feel like I was stupid (even if I sometimes felt I was).

I moved to Florida when I was nineteen (she lived in Maine where I was born and raised), even though she did not WANT me to movwe that far away she SUPPORTED my decision to do so. And whenever I was having problems she was always a phone call away; to give me advice or just to be an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on. When I was twenty-one there was a huge family fued amoungst the half of us that lived in Florida and I moved home to live with my parents and little sister. She, of course welcomed me with open arms; and a year later when I decided that I just couldn't stay in Maine the rest of my life and wanted to move back to Florida she supported me, even though she made it clear she wanted me to stay because she loved having me around

When I moved back to Florida and decided to go to nursing school she sent me supplies and money for books, even though she could not afford to. She also told me how proud she was of me for doing this and any time after that that she called me and had a medical question she would say "So nursie" even though I was not (and have not yet finished) my degree for nursing.

OK so I told you that I would probably start rambling but those are just A FEW of the resons I loved (and still do) my mother so much, why she was so incredibly special, apart from the fact that she was my mother