My Mommy

So....my mother has been ill for most of my life....from hepatitis to epilepsy to most recently...Major Depressive Disorder with Psychosis and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder....These illnesses really didn't over take my life until I was about 21 years old. I was forced to come out of a traditional college student setting, get a permanent job, move back home, and take on my mothers' debt, one of which was a house that was quickly falling apart around us and close to be sold on the court house steps....now as you can imagine all of this was a bit much for me at 21...in my selfish mind, I was thinking.... Why do I have to take care of her?!?!? I have an older brother who's not doing anything with his life!!! Here I am trying to make something of myself so I can properly take care of my mother and he's out doing God knows what- WHY CAN'T HE TAKE CARE OF HER?!?!? It wasn't until I watched my brother revert to the tendencies of a 3 year old when he saw my mother have a seizure that I realized that taking care of my mother was not his calling in life. I realized that God gave me to my mother for a special reason. To make sure that she doesn't have a want or need or care in the world. Now to most, this sounds like the opposite....Shouldn't our parents protect and provide for us?? Well there comes a time in life where the roles reverse, in my case- a bit earlier than expected, and we as children become the caregiver. My mother is unmistakably the most patient, meek, kind, beautiful person that I know and she never did anything to deserve any of the bad things that have happened to her. I have made it my mission to see that she never has to work another day in her life....I love my mother wholeheartedly.