My Mother: Superwoman

When I needed to talk, she asked. When she was sick, she healed me. When I get hungry, she feeds me. This weak woman I called my mother when I grew up was a super woman. With wisdom, she leads; she speaks quietly; she raises me with love. Although we are poor, my mother always gives me a gift for my birthday. My blue bicycle shining on my 10th birthday is my best friend. But this is a sunny spring day when my comrades committed crime.

At the age of six, I was able to glimpse my mother, that's enough. While participating in the course of nursing and carpentry, I saw her work hard to care for me and my brothers. My mother is my superwoman for a while. I saw her, and this magical person turns into a monster from a monster. I always thought it would end, but it did not end. It did not end until we made a decision about life. When I was there, my mother understood that I do not love me at all. Then fuck her, I love myself. As long as I do this, no one can love me. I stayed at an orphanage for several months until I was elected as a family member. That family is not my family, they just let me sleep at their house. That's all

I accepted my parents as desert island superwomans. I loved you so much and I set up an impossible bar for myself - if I am a really good mother, I think I can meet all your needs. At that time I was not aware that nobody could meet the needs of everyone else. I am not a mother. I can see myself. Some wonderful things - organization skills, the ability to guide others, to help others, our sense of humor, the love of books and ideas. There were also some problems to deal with. Please do not tell them. I always hope they are genetic factors, this is not my fault. But I, including the "bad" part, pretending to be anxious, distant, avoiding and curbing my feelings, pretending I always be fine, and making my life easier, I think imitating a small self of everyone. I hope you will be free from the pain of living life.

By separating many women from their mothers, you will not be able to live a fulfilling life. The truth is that women can not do it all. Perhaps my mother's apology, which is trying to be a superwoman, is more about this. You may not hear her voice. Maybe we are crushed sociable and we do not listen to what my mother says. As a partner, being together on an equal basis, I am a viewpoint of modern maternity labor. Photographed from the east and the west - given and accepted. Earlier this week, when I was with my 6 year old daughter, I started thinking. I appreciate that I understand that the most painful thing for me in the world is to be separated from my children. Knowing the way my mother likes, I finally saw her pain. Looking back at the time we spent together, this makes me a little nice and always touches me. She sandwiched my peanut butter with chocolate chips.

(Essay) My mother tells our story and change their sacred dreams by Trista Hendren