I was ten years old when my mommy divorced my father. I was thankful for her courage through years of several kinds of abuse and torment. Her decision to divorce him and alter our family was brave and most likely scary. I will not dwell on the specifics of what my father did or was because this article is to focus on my mother and her bravery, support, selflessness, and love.
Currently, I am 27 and in graduate school for School Counseling. I have an older brother who is 32. And my family is blessed to still have my grandmother, who recently turned the young age of 101.
Being raised by a single mother is difficult. My mommy worked three jobs for a time, one of which was as a high school teacher. I never understood, at the time, the sacrifices my mommy made for the good of her two sons. In fact, her selflessness and bravery were invisible to me.
I had a lot of misplaced anger when I was younger; I was angry with my mommy for not being around as much as I wanted her to be. This later would change when she taught at my high school. I never would have admitted this then, but I would not have made it through such a ruthless landscape without her at school every day with me. Her office was like a panic room for all of my teenage issues.