I'm going to preface future postings on my mom saying she was one of the best friends I'd ever had. Imperfect, drank a lot, whooped our collective asses like it was her only job in life, extremely intelligent, soft hearted, and beautiful. I realize there are contradictions in my description of her, but it's the woman she was.
You will read posts on how she beat our asses...often; taking us to the lake after working all day at one job but before needing to go to another; giving up on finding Mr Right; other abusive methods to get us to listen; how she did every single thing she had to in order for us to have what we needed even though some things embarrassed her.
I think I was about 11 or 12 when I realized all she'd done - right or wrong - for us. I saw her as a person, not just my mom. How I treated her from then on was the basis of a mutual respect not just as parent/child but as human beings who happen to be blood and friends. For all her at times horrific parenting, my mom was the best she could be given her own life experiences...
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