It is 6:00 a.m. on Mother's Day. I am sitting by myself (for once) and reflecting on my mother and what a wonderful woman she is.
I have no idea how to explain all she has done and all that I have put her through. She has been there; a lot of time with out me realizing it, or being to self involved to recognize it. She never gave up on me, though I am sure she wanted too, I wanted to. she gave me just enough help to make me get through things but let me do enough to realize I could.
My mother gives of herself to everyone she meets, she is generous with her time and her talents. I can see God's grace in her in so many ways. Her faith has seen me and my siblings through so much so many times.
Between my brother and I we have given her more stress that anyone should. She never let us off the hook and always kept encouraging us.
When I went to Utah she wrote me a letter that I still have, to this day when I read it, I cry, it showed me that even when I thought she loved me least everything she was doing was to save me from myself. That choice sending me to treatment like that had to be incredibly difficult; but it saved my life. I hated her for sending me away. Now all I can do is say thank you.