What does it take to be a mom?
Do moms have be made of steel and yet be gentle as a lamb?
Do moms have to be strong on the inside but sweet on the outside?
Do moms have to have a heart that should be unbreakable, or easily repaired? Does it have to be made like Lego bricks so when it breaks down to pieces, you can assemble it easily?
It's so heard to be a mom. Sometimes I think that this is my time to pay for all the wrongdoings that I did to my mom. That's why I avoid talking to her. I guess at the back of my head I'm afraid that reality will hit me in the face and say, yeah, that's what you get for breaking your mom's heart.
But on the other side of the fence, I realize, that even though your heart has been hurt so many times and your being is crushed to the ground by the very seed you raised, the fact remains that you are still a mother. The fact remains that even though you are hurt and angry and you want to give up, the "mom" part in you would still draw breath and stand up and say, "I'm here. I ain't giving up. Let's do this one more time."
I love my kids. No matter what happens. I love them. And I will always will.
