I believe that life is like a novel. Every day I am faced with new experiences, and every day I start with a clean page to write on. Those new experiences only add detail to my novel, but I believe that people, or one person, can help to better illustrate life’s most meaningful memories.
That person for me is my mother.
While I am the narrator of my story, my mother is the protagonist – the major character. As cliché as it may seem, my mother is my best friend, my confidant, my hero, my strength. She is the one person who has been in every chapter of my life.
When I was 3 years old my small family became even smaller. With the divorce of my parents, our family unit decreased from 3, to only 2 – my mother and me. For years the divorce situation was one of normalcy. My mother had custody of me, while I visited with my father on certain weekends.
I can still remember the change. I was 8 years old, and my relationship with my father began deteriorating page after page, until finally, there was nothing left. I never saw him, and my phone never rang. The only form of relationship we had was a check that came in the mail once a month. That doesn’t mean much to an 8 year old.
Despite the lack of a father figure, I couldn’t ask for a better life, nor do I ever wish things were different. It’s been my mother and me for fifteen years, and with each chapter of life, our relationship has evolved into a stronger bond that could never be broken.
My mother is my best friend. She is my confidant. She is the one person I know I can truly count on forever. She and I talk about anything and everything, and although she might not want to hear all a teenage girl has to rave about, she is always here with open ears. She is my shopping buddy, my partner in crime, the one I have the most fun with.
Over our years together, it hasn’t been all fun and games. Although she would never admit it, I know that at times life has been a struggle. Raising a daughter, working a full-time job, and taking care of a home are not simple tasks fit for one person – but with her you could never tell.
My mother is my hero. She is my strength. Despite the hardship, she never once gave up or grew weak. Her strength has made me realize that with faith, a positive attitude, and a family for support, nothing is impossible.
Much like the protagonist, my mother is also the pages of my novel. She keeps my story going, having more of a positive effect on it each and every day. I strive to live as she does, finding the good in every situation, putting others first, and always remembering the importance of family – no matter how big or small.
I believe that my mother – my best friend, my confidant, my hero, my strength – is the pages within my novel of life.
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