The definition of a mother varies from person to person. She is as diverse as a mother can be "a best friend, a mentor and sometimes a stranger to her only child. She has lived a life that I am just now being able to understand, and as the years have passed I have become closer to her. Yet as those years pass, a person I don't understand starts to emerge. She was 17-years-old when she had me. Her and my dad married right after she found out she was pregnant. She graduated from high school early. She was a strikingly beautiful, skinny woman with long, straight brown hair. Her hazel eyes accentuated her perfectly arched eyebrows. Looking at pictures of her as a teenager, I see a woman who dealt with the pressures of a child at 17 and carried herself like a mature woman. It was this that I believe made her the woman she is today.
My mother was strict "if she said no, she meant no. There was no arguing with her. She had a strong upper hand "literally. She put the fear of God in me. Even now, years after I left her rule, I still get scared about what she thinks. She had rules around the house that had to be followed. One time she didn't think that the dishes were clean enough, so she took all the dishes out of the cabinet and made me and my step-sisters clean them all again. She and I finally became friends once I moved in with my father. She was always very funny and people flocked to her when she walked into the room. She was the one in the middle of a crowd, laughing and telling the funniest stories. Everyone loved her. .
As I got older she and I came to rely on each other. She is a pillar of strength in our family and I also look upon her for that. She's become successful and has earned everything she has. She gives to those who need "she feels that her fortune should not be kept to herself. Her motto is, "I'll help you if you help yourself."" Her morals are stuck in between decades.
