Several year’s ago, the life of my wife, Jesica, was cut short at the young age of 33 due to ovarian cancer. She left behind myself, her sisters (Jennifer and Jasmine), her mother (Jo Shelton), a large assortment of good friends, but most importantly she left behind three young children.
This Mother’s Day, we will remember her not in death, but in the life she spent raising the little ones before she left us.
It was 2009 when she passed away.
Flash forward to now. I am remarried and although it is impossible to truly replace a child’s mother, their new mom is there for them every day.
She has been there for some pretty rough times, and she continues to be there through thick and thin through those tough times.
She has been there to help guide the oldest daughter through the beginning of her teenage years.
She has been there for the boy while he struggles with depression and attention disorder.
She has been there when the little one had to go through potty training…again.
She has been at times when it can be almost certain she didn’t want to be.
She has been there through all of the times that their own mother was unable to be.
There is nothing that she won’t do for the children. She is raising another woman’s children but she treats them as if they were her own.
She is doing the most difficult job known to humankind. She deals with long hours and no pay. She deals with arguing. She deals with crying. She deals with whining. She deals with undesirable behavior.
She deals with the good and the bad.
This Mother’s Day, we acknowledge everything that she does for us.
She is Mandy. She is their mother.