The Strength of Mothers

Getting older shows you what strength really is, and I believe I’ve found the definition of strength in my mother. All moms really are the ones who deserve a medal for the strength and courage and foundation they provide for their children. So where’s their medal of honor or purple heart? I believe it’s in the lives of their children.

Mother’s are the ones who put on a brave face for their child even if they themselves are scared out of their mind as well, but they never let it show. It’s admirable, how selfless my mother is, how she never lets me see her vulnerabilities in emotionally triggering situations. She’s shaped me into the young woman I am today and that strength I see inside of her I can only hope to gain as I get older.

If there were ever a role model in the life of a girl, it should be our mothers. They nurture us after our birth, they spend endless nights laying awake at night just incase our cries come over the baby monitor, they teach us (along with our fathers of course) how to develop the cognitive ability to form words and to walk and to be a piece of them. Then when we get older they become a friend who can be closer than any other friend; they still try so desperately to protect us from the painful and scarring things life throws at us so mercilessly, no matter how old we are. I can recall countless conversations with my mom about my Grandma and how she told me Grandma never cried infront of her or my uncles after the passing of my Grandpa because she had to be strong for them. That fact always astonished me; I wondered where that strength came from and I knew that when I got older, it was a strength I wished to have as well.

And then something happened, and that exact character trait shone through within my own mom. In a situation where I should have been trying to emotionally keep my mother together, I was the one falling apart at the seems and she was there (like my Grandma to her and my uncles) as a source of comfort and strength and support. I never saw her cry, not once that day.

That’s the thing about moms, and I can only hope to one day inherit those characteristics she and my Grandma have; they place their children before themselves and in return become the most selfless people on the face of this earth. It’s admirable, really.

I just hope to make my mother proud through my life. From the time I was a little girl I wanted to be like my Grandma, and as I get older and the relationship I have with my mom grows closer and stronger with each day, I can only dream to be a perfectly entwined combination of those 2 admirably strong and independent women.

I can only wish that all young girls are able to experience these things. A mothers strength, courage and love for others has the ability to change the lives of us children.

“The relationship between parents and children, especially between mothers and daughters, is tremendously powerful, scarcely to be comprehended in any rational way”- Joyce Carol Oates

That’s Life: The Hustle and Bustle

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Stop the world, I want to get off!

How many times throughout the week do you think that? It’s probably pretty safe to assume we all experience that thought, and it occurs frequently. We all have our priorities, some are more time consuming that others; and it’s pretty easy to get swept away by the hustle and bustle of life.

After a long day, there’s nothing I look forward to more than getting into bed and tuning out of the world for a few hours to indulge in some REM cycle sleep; then I’m plowed with reminders of everything I have to get done in the upcoming days and I go from relaxed to a state of anxiety. The days I want to go to bed earlier than usual I find myself up until the late hours of the night getting work done that probably could wait, but waiting will only pile more to do on my plate. Perfect example: It’s about 5:30 a.m right now and I’ve been wide awake since 4:00 continuing homework for this week. I’m am so not a morning person but I was awoken to a list of things I had to get done and neglected this weekend because of my daunting work schedule. So here I am studying research articles and working on an annotated bibliography, studying for a quiz and trying to finish a research study proposal.

Life seems to never stop, and that’s because it doesn’t.

Whether you have work/ school/ family and other priorities throughout your daily life, the hustle and bustle of life can sometimes make you feel like you’re living in your own personal Times Square at rush hour. Things are moving and moving fast to where you begin feeling like you’re a person in one of those time lapse videos. All the demands of life can start taking its toll on you after a while too.

I know I keep talking about myself here but it fits in with what this post is about. I’m not even 2 months into my junior year of undergrad and already I’m feeling burnt out and exhausted. Don’t get me wrong, I am loving college beyond anything I ever could have expected. My classes/ professors are incredible, I’m meeting a wide variety of people and am still managing to receive passing grades. My life, like a lot of peoples lives, is a juggling act and a test of those lovely time management skills they should have spent a class teaching us in high school (because I’m still waiting for someone to ask me for the circumference of the pie they wish to purchase). Not only do I have school and all the work required outside of class (online anatomy/physiology anyone?!), I also have 2 part time jobs which is a huge time suck.

But like the name of this post suggests, that’s just life.

Now please, I am not being a massive jerk and saying well that’s life get over it. Geez even I’d wanna punch me in the face for that. No, what I’m trying to say is this:

Life requires 2 things:

1) Balance

2) Time for yourself

I struggle with this time for yourself thing a lot. With all the priorities I have right now I have had to give up a lot. I no longer play guitar which used to be my passion. I traded in my music skills for homework/study stuff. I barely see my friends as I’m constantly always working or drowning in homework (if you guys are reading this, ITS NOT MY FAULT AND IM SORRY!! haha). I have been working on it though. I used to feel that if I wasn’t constantly doing something school related I was failing as a college student and those at admissions who let me in were going to see I wasn’t the student I showed them I was on my transcripts. But this semester I’m trying something different. It’s hard and a lot of the time it’s a process trying to figure out what thing is ok to not work on for the time being, but I’m at least trying to make a little more time for myself. All work and no play makes for an overly-stressed, migraine filled, angry and emotional wreck me. I still haven’t picked up any of my guitars or have done anything I thoroughly enjoy by myself (except Tennis cause that’s my jam!), but I have been making going out every Friday night for a couple of hours with some friends a very high priority.

We all need our “me” time. What good is living a busy life if you’re not taking time to relax, unwind and not have to think about what you ‘should’ be doing? Why not enjoy the life you have? Even if it’s 10,20 or 30 minutes to sit back and do something you love. Life shouldn’t be lived like a time lapse video.