The Power of a Women

Living a life in poverty meant not having the luxury to sleep with a full belly every night. Having the type of father that I did, I would always sympathize my mothers pain. The only thing I ever promised myself while growing up was that I would never be that kind of father, the kind that would drink away his wages leaving his wife and kids to starve. But when I look back, I always underestimated the power of my mother. No matter how bad it was, she never gave up, she always gave us the strength and support we needed to get out of bed each day. But then came the day I still regret the most, when I grew up and disrespected my mother. That day still haunts me, and that very moment when I slapped my mother across the face still reminds me of the sobbing sounds my mother made all night. That day will forever haunt me because I never really understood how, or even why she put up with it. It was enough to have been married to an Irish man who her family disproved of, but my mother had the willpower to give birth to seven children. She had the strength to watch three of those seven children be buried before her eyes and the courage to stand up for herself against the world. My mother Angela Sheehan was one of the strongest women I have ever seen in my life, but I never quite understood how she did it. Living a life like that is something I would never been able to go through, and I always wondered how she did it. What would you have done if you were in her place?