My mother raised me as a single parent, taking on both the mother and father role. She worked hard with multiple jobs to support us and taught me important life lessons that a father might have, like how to do household repairs, cook, and be independent. She also taught me compassion and to pursue my dreams despite criticism. Her strength came from providing for me as her only child on her own, not physical strength. She gave me her looks and values, and filled the father role when I missed having a father around. To my mother, who was also my dad, she will always be my hero.
My mother raised me as a single parent, taking on both the mother and father role. She worked hard with multiple jobs to support us and taught me important life lessons that a father might have, like how to do household repairs, cook, and be independent. She also taught me compassion and to pursue my dreams despite criticism. Her strength came from providing for me as her only child on her own, not physical strength. She gave me her looks and values, and filled the father role when I missed having a father around. To my mother, who was also my dad, she will always be my hero.
My mother raised me as a single parent, taking on both the mother and father role. She worked hard with multiple jobs to support us and taught me important life lessons that a father might have, like how to do household repairs, cook, and be independent. She also taught me compassion and to pursue my dreams despite criticism. Her strength came from providing for me as her only child on her own, not physical strength. She gave me her looks and values, and filled the father role when I missed having a father around. To my mother, who was also my dad, she will always be my hero.
In others perspective, the first thing that would come up to their mind would probably a Birth Mother, caring, loving, nurturing and protector. However, based on my life story on how I was raised by a single Mom, my mom was probably my dad too, who worked double duty due to an absence of my father. A woman whose sole purpose in life to take care of me, no matter what. A woman who is not only stand as my mother but also being a pretty good father too. Since I was a child, I know it wasn’t easy to deal with a child struggling to understand that my father was not someone to keep around, until now that I’m already at the right age I can still feel the pressure my mother felt being a both parents. My mother didn’t just teach me how to do construction, house choirs, grill, and to be independent at the young age but also taught me everything a father couldn’t. She taught me to show compassion no matter what because as an only child who has a solo parent, she always reminds me that everyone in this world is fighting a war. She also taught me to show the type of respect and don’t mind those people who criticize and push down my dreams. My mother made me realized that the strongest women aren’t the ones that can squat hundred of pounds but rather my mom, the one who was strong enough to work more than one job to support her only daughter that she was raising on her own. My mother who gave me her looks, and values. My mother who was always there when I missed a father’s warmth, but never the presence. To my mom who was also my dad, you will forever be my hero and inspiration.