by Brandy Fee

Created on: January 20, 2007   Last Updated: April 23, 2007

As I child I resented my mother. It seemed as though she never had time for us. She was always gone, and we were left with whoever was available. It wasn't until later in life that I realized the significance of her sacrafices. The parts of our lives that she missed, the crap we put her through out of our frustration...

She was a single parent, worked, went to school, tried to provide a life for the two daughters who were her responsibility. With an ex who refused to pay child support, had been abusive, and had no part in her children's lives she did whatever it took to raise her girls to be stronger than she had been.

She went to school during the day... seeking an electrician's degree, and worked at night. Her girls were shuffled from place to place; grandparents house, aunts and uncles, nannies, babysitters, all the while, she did what she could to support them.

My mother never complained about how unlucky she was, or how horrible it was to have to raise her daughters without a father. She did the best that she could do and hoped that someday we would understand and it would have been enough.

Now my mother is a hard working journeyman electrician. She is happily married to one of the greatest men in the world.

She taught me the significance of hard work and strength. We never wanted for anything but her attention. But she did what she had to do to support us. She did everything that she could do, and now, after all these years I am able to say how PROUD I am of my mother. For not only the sacrifices that she made, but the lessons that she taught me with her examples. And she is now my best friend, and I never lack for her attentions. She did what she had to do to get us through our childhoods, to raise us. And now we are able to sit back and enjoy the time that we have together.

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