I remember many lessons my mother taught me growing up. Some days, they hit me like a ton of bricks. I will have witnessed something, and realized if my mother hadn’t drilled into my head, all of these little life’s lessons, I would probably be making the same mistakes. Over and over again, most likely.
One of the most important ones I remember, was to never borrow anything from anyone. If you need it or want it, work hard to earn it yourself. Sometimes the result of borrowing things can sour the most sweetest relationships. And I realized that it wouldn’t be worth all the stress. So I just simply never borrowed anything….from anyone. And I’m glad she taught me this lesson. I see so many relationships fall apart over money or the most trivial of items. People often borrowed from me, but I would never lend what I wouldn’t give anyway. I am and always was willing to share whatever I had. She taught me that too.
So through all of the fighting, teenage drama, her controlling complex and dictatorship, she did her best to make me a better person. I am so grateful to have had her as my mother, to have shaped me into who I am today. While my childhood was not easy or much fun, she prepared me for the future; she hardened me to accept disappointments and softened me to have a keen sense of compassion for humanity. I feel so lucky and I can only hope that I can pass on these lessons to my children as we roll along.
This is only one of many lessons she has taught me, but this one stuck in my mind this morning. Putting things into perspective, sometimes it’s necessary to give credit where credit is due. And my mom deserves all of the credit in the world.
Have a blessed day folks.