My Epileptic Mother is my Hero

Exactly 12 years ago my dear friend helped me to leave my toxic realationship where I had my princess & my twin boys. I had two boys older of my prior relationship. It took every courage and anger in me to take my kids and start all over alone. I was beat, threaten, psycological abuse, went throught so much like many other woman do and stay quite, for shame or what ever reason. By the time my twins were 8 yrs old & the gang of our hood at the time where harrasing them to join the gang. My boys were beat up, my car was stolen, i knew I had to leave or risk coming home or while we slept one of them could burn my house at the time. So I left it all and left to Wisconsin from Chicago. Economically in wisconsin was a fail to me, but school wise for my kids was excelent. Unfortunately since the pay out there is bi-weekly in every job i did struggle and got behind with bills and rent. Then again the nightmare of starting over once again. Being homeless really sucks, while in wisconsin I did rescue a doverman dog. I then moved to Indiana and omg, same the jobs sucked, lol. So i started to drive every day to Chicago and work. Till once again my Dear Friend offer me a house she had in Chicago. I was iffie about moving back to Chicago since I left practacly running away with my 5 kids.

My mother is Epileptic has been all her life, she got pregnant 5 time and lost 3 babys. I could not see my self away from my mommy, but nope I ran away from my house when I was 14 years old, my so called father was back in the picture. I was not okay at all with this, I used to blame him for so many thing that happen during my childhood, that the only person I could blame was him. Specially when he gave me the talk; "I'm the man of this house, there for from now on you do as I say", I said what, I though you better think again. I'm just not a big fan of my father, when I was 1 year old he left because he did something inlegal, and my mothe could have gone to jail just because she decided to go look for him at the time. So yeah with out hesitation, left back to Mexico with his original family and wife. My mother was then a single mother for the 1st time, I used to think men usually just used her. They though they could just do what ever since she's sick. My mother tells me from what she remembers that she's always bein afraid of stayin all alone, and the reaso why she would have new realationships was for their income help, I don't blame her. No job, two girls and all this bills that she was responible to pay for. My early memories are saving her life mine and sister from a fire at the house we lived at the time. Thank God shes alive and doing well, till this day. My children are young men and teenagers, thanking my god for the strenght i have found in my self and knowing that if my ill mother did it as a single mother of two, I could do anything. We the Woman are way stronger than we can imagine!

I might of bein like 3-4 years old, my mother had had one of her epilepsy attacts, she was exhausted and went to sleep. I remember waking up to this big bang, window's exploding the house was filled with smoke, & there was fire everywhere. I ran to my mother and woke her up immediately, I could not really speak & I was coughing from inhaling all that smoke, as a child I studder alot. So I started shaking my mother till she open her eyes, I pointed to the windows, she scream the house in fire get the shoes. Then she's like never mind scooped me up in her left arm and she then scooped my sister in her righ arm, & if that was not enought she was 5-7 month pregnant. She open the back door & all this fired rushed into the kitchen, she turned and open the front door same thing all this fire on the cealing, wall, stairs, my mother had no choice and started walking down the stair barefooted. Omg was everything hot and foggy. I could tell my mother was in alot of pain, I mean she was walking on fire, I couldn't comprehend at the time what was going on, but I knew it was bad. We lived at the 3rd floor by the time my mother got us to the ground floor she fainted, I had a drop of fire in the ankle, I remember crying my eyes out, we where taken to the hospital in ambulance. My mother the whole way to the hospital was unconsious, and the paramedics were doing their thing trying to save maybe my moms and the babys life. Now as an adult, I know my mother's pain was unbearable, she lost her home a baby and damn near her feet. My injury was not that serious but my mother did had to be in the hospital for a week. I don't knows how or who helped her to get a new apartment. So we where set, she needed it since her recovery was going to be long and still painful. It broke my heart every time I would help her clean her feet so they wouldn't get infected. She would get her zeisure at the time up to 3 time a day. That was a lot, too many. She's My Hero She saved us, even tho she lost the baby. This is just one of my many storys of why I admired and see my mother as my Hero always and for ever. Again now as an adult know her pain at teh time, and the pain we can survived and go thru for our kids. She might not bein the best mother, due to her epilepsy, but she never gave up on me and my sister. I love her dedication to us, how she did everything in her power to make sure we had a roof over our heads and food. Thank you mother!