When I was a little girl my mother was the center of my world, she could do no wrong in mine eyes. She cooked just about every night, she kept a clean house, she loved God more than anyone I know, even until this day. She kept my father happy and taught me by example what marriage is supposed to be. She had the utmost love and respect for him.
Aside from a writer, the only thing I ever wanted to be was like her. The way she took care of her family with so much grace and made it seem so easy, she never complained, it was as if taking care of us was the thing that gave her the most joy in life. She did work outside the home, but I never felt that she wasn’t there when I needed her, somehow she was always there. She was a superhero, someone who could do anything even be in two places at once.
My mother had four children, myself, my brother who is six years older than me, and my twin sisters who are ten years younger than me. She took care of us so much that she neglected to properly take care of herself. In 2004 three months after going into a diabetic coma, she died from complications of the disease. I was twenty years old at the time. My father had been suffering from heart disease for a number of years when my mother died and at this point, he was working with 10 percent of his heart. He would die three years later in 2007.
At the age of twenty, I was dropping out of college and preparing to raise my twin sisters who were ten years old. I completed a vocational course in medical assisting in 2005 and had my first child in 2007. I would go on to have five children over the next ten years.
Each step of the way, each trial, each error, each nightmare, and each triumph, Gail’s legacy has been constant. She is the very reason I am. My hope in sharing my stories of motherhood and learned lessons through this blog is that I would inspire another young (or older) mother with my words. Inspire her to push harder when she wants to quit, to know she is enough when she feels inadequate, and to believe in her possibilities when life itself seems impossible.
Thank you for coming, thank you for reading, thank you for sharing Gail’s Legacy.