I think it's only appropriate to start at the beginning, and at the beginning is the one and only... mother. My mother, like any other mother, will go through thick and thin for her children, won't stop till they have what they need even if it destroys herself at the same time — that what you call motherhood. My mother is in her thirties and she has chronic neck and back pains. She was on disability, she was feeling so good that she got off of disability, she stopped volunteering and she is starting to work again. I'm so proud of her; she has accomplished so much with dealing with pain everyday and three children. You can see it in your eyes that she missed working; she likes having a purpose even if her purpose is just going to a job. My mother has children with different fathers; my brother Andrew and I have the same father and same mother; my little sister Ryanna has the same mom but a different dad. My mom is now single and lives with none of them. She always seems to find the dirtbags in life and I'm not too sure why, 'cause she's the one of the strongest people I know. My mother owns her own home, too, I look up to her; she's something I hope to be one day. I don't think I'll ever be able to go through what she goes through and be as strong as her. It seems like life just keeps pushing her down; even when she's at her lowest, she always finds a way to get back up, and I admire that. My mother was in four accidents. None of them were her fault; that's how she was diagnosed with chronic neck and back issues. Some days it was so difficult and so painful she couldn't even get up, and I had to make my sister's lunch for school. I took on the parent role for a little bit — but I didn't mind though, I liked to boss my siblings around. Because of everything that happened to my mother, I grew up faster than normal teenagers. I understand things that normal teenagers don't. But I do not blame her for missing out on my childhood. I appreciate her teaching me at such a young age; I feel like I understand so much more. My mother has been through a lot more than just that; my father likes to bring her to court a lot for child support. I don't think he quite understands that when you have children it takes two, not to mention my stepfather—who I don't classify as my stepfather—also causes multiple problems with the CA. My brother is 16 and he does not live at home he has some issues, but this story isn't about him. My 11-year-old sister lives with me and my mom. My mom is one of the strongest people I've ever met. She appreciates the little things and she has never ever left me. She is always there for me no matter what. She is what I aspire to be when I have children; she is one of the best mothers I think anyone could ask for. Sometimes money was hard but we managed to always have food on the table, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our head. Why? All because my mother never gave up. She had me at a young age — she was 19. She had Andrew when she was around 20; where you're at, he's 16 and I'm 17. In the end, I just wanted to say how much my mother has been through, and that you have no idea what people go through throughout their lives. This is just a part of hers that I've been through with her... this is only 17 years. What about the other 20? Or even the next 50?