My brother came into my mom’s room last night to ask her to go force my other brother to let him play Xbox for 5 minutes before they settled into a night of Netflix watching. My brother refused. Things escalated and suddenly my brother was upset that my dad left us, that we’re poor, that he can’t pass his classes, that he can’t go out and get a job…a whole bunch of things. Each and every single word cut into my mom’s heart. She’s tried so hard to protect us…to give us the best life she can. She’s always been there for us. She works day and night and still comes home and does our laundry, cleans the house, makes us dinner. Obviously I try to help her…but if I take too long to do something, or if I forget, she’ll just swoop in and get it done. If I’m working out a difficult song, she’ll sit with me, encourage me, help me work it out…She’s a super mom.
I try to hold it all in, but sometimes it’s too much for me. I hate seeing her like this. I ask her so many times to let me get a job to help her out and she refuses. When I got my financial aid money I was planning on buying myself a car, but she needed the money…so I gave it to her. All of it. I didn’t complain or ask for it back. I know she deserves it. She never buys anything for herself. She comes home at 7pm, sometimes 9pm, starving, because she couldn’t afford to buy lunch and she didn’t have time to pack anything that morning. Her one indulgence? A $4 box of instant cappuccino mix. She loves it, but she rarely buys it for herself. I have to sneak it into the cart so she won’t see it. I love my mom so much. She carries all this weight on her shoulders and she has no one to help her. She really is a super mom.