I believe in a mother’s love. Through the seventeen yeas of my life, my mother has been my best friend. She has forgiven me, loved me, and nursed me. She has given me more than I can ask for. I’ve never doubted her support for me, including her love for me.
I wasn’t the best child growing up; it was a bad turn out for her as a mother. She was so forgiving towards me when I made her go through that rebellion stage. There were instances when I wouldn’t respect her; I did the opposite of what she wanted. I made her cry, many times. My immaturity and loss of respect for her at the moment made her doubt my love for her. I blamed her for everything, including the split of our family.
Even through my darkest days, my mother held me close. When my family began to fall apart, depression hit me hard. I had constant weak moments that she pulled me through. During those times when I didn’t want to be living anymore, she never gave up on me. Just like the African Proverbs teaches, to ask for forgiveness when you hurt somebody and when they hurt you to forgive also. Needless to say, she did just that.
My mother wasn’t only forgiving and loving but a nurse to me as well. she nursed me back to health when my depression caused me to get sick. She stood by me through those horrible moments at the hospital. It was those very moments when all hope seemed lost that she gave me hope. Ultimately, she became my favorite nurse.
Unlike any other person, she stood by me. There was never any judging towards me nor resentment. When my immaturity and rebellion stage were over, she forgave me and kept loving me like she always had. During those dark, painful moments was where I realized her love for me.
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