Washington Park -Denver, CO – September 2009
Just the thought of being a mother to two girls and married to a great man to me is like a dream come true. Everyone wishes for a perfect family but only a few are granted this gift. I feel very fortunate to know that I am one of them. Every day, I thank God for my family.
My parents are my true heroes. Growing up, I used to wake up early just to hear my dad get ready for work and listened as he locked the door after him. I would pray that he have a good day at work. I thought he must always have awful days somehow and wanted to one day experience it for myself and see how I would handle those awful days because it wasn’t fair that he had to endure them while my mom just stayed home, cooked, and cleaned, and kept an eye on me and my six siblings. Little did I know how hard mom worked too. There was also a time that she watched us and worked the graveyard shift making $3 per hour. She used to always complain about how much money we never had and it never made sense because I would figure out her salary per week and think it was a lot of money she was bringing home.
My misconceptions of those times was a hard lesson learned.
Ever since I began to understand them I also realized that it doesn’t end there. Everytime I visit them I smile a little more and love a little more. They have shown me how to be a good and loving person, how to forgive and be humble, and how to be brave. I wish that I could give them more for their sacrafices. More love. More joy. More time.
How far we’ve come.
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