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Monday, December 8, 2008

My experiences as a daughter of a single mother


"Simply having children does not make mothers." ~John A. Shedd

A quote that might apply to most parents, but not so for mine. I was born and raised to a single mother, who had two children pervious to my birth. My mother, Michel A. Williams is a women who had poor education and who's mother didn't properly train her for handling her own family. My mother never really held a job worthwhile or held it long for that matter. Not only was she a job hopper, but a house hopper. As a child I can't remember one single house we lived in for quite awhile. And in my opinion my mother wasn't too stable mentally and emotionally. Over time I've come to realize that sometimes she had trouble comprehending and when it came to pain or hurt, she handled it more on a less mature range of an adult. When it come's to all the personal aspect of my mother's life, lets just say she wasn't as equipped for having a successful, healthy love life as one should be.

Although my mother wasn't properly socialized for the real world, can i say she wasn't a good mother? No, my mother might not have had much, but she gave as much as she possible could. She did as much as she knew how with very little to no help from the fathers of her children. My earlier years with my mother was filled with what she knew to be love and it worked for the most part. Just as long as her children were well taking care of, had everything they needed and didn't have to want for much then her role as a mother was darn near complete.

As a child growing up in what I considered a dysfunctional family my roles as the oldest daughter and more level headed kind of set itself into place. At an early age in childhood I realized that my family had come to depend on me regarding "grown folk" stuff like; finances. I was a saver and managed my money well, considering I was a child and didn't want for much. My mother's lack of knowledge of the corporate world didn't hinder me from persuing my higher education or vowing like every child does not to be like their parents. My mother taught me a lot whether she's aware of any of it. She taught me that there's no limits to what I can do, she taught me how to treat others and how to be independent, not relying on others to take care of me. Simly having children does not make you a mother, but doing your very best with what you have does.

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