Those nights when the pain was too much to bare, I walked or crawled into your bedroom. Even now, at almost twenty-five years old, there have been times after I've gone to bed when, that you've come in to check on me while I was sleeping. Some are blessed to work from 9am-5pm, but I know your hours go far beyond that. There are times when we're on FaceTime now, where you are leaving one job just to go to another. Looking back, I cannot think of a time when you didn't work at least two jobs. Now that I'm older and debatably wiser, I now see that what you did wasn't normal and it proves you're not human. Now, for a single parent, in my case a single mother. I am here to tell you that the greatest, most difficult and often unappreciated job is that of a parent. When you hear the word job, what are the images that come to your mind? Please hear and believe me when I say this: when asked who I admire most and who I want to be when I grow up, my answer is you. I am incredibly blessed and among my greatest blessings was you, Mom.
