Thoughts on a Mother

Okay it's Mother's Day so of course I wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day.

Now I just want to talk a little about the closest mother in my life at the very moment. My wife and the mother of my children. My wife as I have stated plenty of times is Latina and her first language is Spanish. She grew up in a third-world country (although she takes offence when I call her country a third-world country. She asks 'who gave you guys the right to say we aren't the ones that are doing it right?') and her mother wasn't the best of mothers at the time she was born.

The fact of the matter is that my wife grew up with her grandparents for the most part. They were really her parents. Just as a side note, my wife doesn't know who her biological father is; her mom knows but has never gone out of her way to fill her daughter in.

My wife's childhood was hard and she has the scars to prove it. She doesn't consider that her childhood was hard, but when I compare the way I grew up with the way she grew up it scares me.

So despite all the things that happened to my wife and all the things that could have swayed her to do any number of horrible things. She stayed the course and I am very proud to have her as my wife and very proud that she is the mother of my children. I couldn't ask for anyone better.

Happy Mother's Day, mi morena codiciable.