My mom is the coolest woman on the planet. Seriously. She has been through so much in her life it is amazing that she is still alive. She was married at 18...right after her father killed himself. She watched her older sister get sexually abused by their father and watched her mother do nothing about it. She was divorced when I was 11 because my dad cheated on her so many times it became a running joke (Much, much later and after years of therapy!). Now she is a global head at an international company and pretty much runs the show. She owns her house and her car. She has a son in the Army currently serving in Iraq and a daughter who lives in the "big city." She is in a word amazingly strong.
I bring this up because I just got off the phone with my mom. And as I express every insecure feeling I have about Buddy, about my job, about my life, she reminds me that I am strong too. There is nothing in life that you can't overcome. She is my biggest fan, my champion and my best friend. I wish she could read this so she knows how much I love her. She reminds me over and over again, even today, that Mr. Met was wrong for me. That he was abusive and an ass and that I deserve better than that. I do.
Some people are afraid to grow up to be like their parents. I strive to be like my mom. If I can be half the person she is I know I'll be ok.