You don’t know how much you’ve hurt her
Your words cut deep
She cries and tells me what you’ve done
But it’s hard to console her
She is after all, our mother
© Maria Michaela
Having two older brothers, I’ve seen how my mom struggled to discipline them in their teens and even through their early 20s. My dad, being in the Navy, was often away. Our eldest had his rebellious stage and when he got out of that, the second eldest had his.
I’ve shared before that I was a spoiled brat when I was younger. My mom disciplined me well and by the time I hit my teenage years, I was the child who didn’t give her a headache. It was hard seeing mom go through what she did to make sure her children become good people. I tried to comfort her in ways I could.
It wasn’t until I was in my late 20s when she told me she’d cry often when we slept. She’d call my dad whenever possible and tell him about the problems at home. She’s such a strong woman. I pray I can be as strong as she is.