Responding to the contest Who is my female idol?

I have no doubt for a second who is that woman that I have at the top of everything.The one in charge that my light does not go out while I am alive, that gives me strength to be better and fight for everything that I have proposed.for trying to improve and avoid mistakes that crossed his path.

That woman is my mother, yes, my mother, a tireless fighter for the well-being of her loved ones, a warrior mother who has gone through everything in life. Here is a small part of her story, I would love for you to meet her.

It's her

Mother of 3 children 2 men and I the middle one,
Born in 1969 daughter and sister, raised in a small neighborhood in Cuba.
During her childhood she was what is called being happy, I never thought that her life would change after marrying my father, if she had read the future I do not think she would live the nightmare that she had to live.
Married to a macho, womanizing, abusive man, where her duty was only with the house and her children, I never thought that that neighborhood boy that everyone loved would become someone completely different.
She lived years of pure bitterness where her only refuge were her children, immersed in the day to day of what you do at home and watching her children grow up was her driving force.

Blows, blows, just for claiming, for trying to be respected, for claiming their right to work, for not arriving early, when dinner was not punctual or we did not bathe, they were years of suffering, which caused disorders in my older brother and in me.
It is sad to share part of this story, but it gratifies and calms my soul, that is why I do not express remorse by telling how difficult it was to live it.

After the years in which my mind understood and reasoned and I can tell you that I was only 7 years old when it happened, I was filled with courage and said, Mommy, either you face my dad or I'm leaving home, it was the day that she I cry, full of courage and with a face marked by blows, I wait for him at home and with all our clothes gathered, he said; I go with the children, I don't want you to stop me; My older brother with a bit of courage and resentful for the bitter days that passed, also suffering the blows he received from my father, came forward and spoke, don't you dare touch her, that's when we left.

And then I was a single mother with 3 children to feed, a country where the minimum wage was only 2 dollars at that time, today it is 8, a country that for the world was a beautiful place, a paradise for the eyes of those who I did not know the sad reality that still exists.
I fight, I work with dignity, always with a sadness on my face although from time to time I would smile.
Difficulty, hunger, scarcity, for many years, he always got up early to feed us, took us to school, helped us with homework, walked 10 km a day to wait for us outside the school gate.
In silence, when she waited for us to fall asleep, she cried, for fate, for the bitter day that passed through the insecurity of tomorrow, for which we still had to live.

she's my mother

Night after night, day after day, that's how my mother's moments were and today she continues to fight for us, it is not the time to tell the stories of my brothers because it is sad anyway. The old man marked by the pain he went through, by the blows of fate that still continue to hit him, psychologically abused, he was not strong enough for the better in life, he had to live difficult times and continues to live them, my mother even suffering for those events.
The youngest, the most pampered, the one who never knew what a blow was, from whom the evil her father was hiding still continues to try to straighten her way, my mother, what else to say, is still standing there, despite being tired. , try to move on for everyone.

I lived it all, I grew up before my time. Putting a mental barrier and a heart of stone for many years, I learned from my mother's mistakes, from her life, from day to day, from her silent cries, from her daily will and from her love for her children.

I enjoyed my childhood a bit, my youth dedicated to studying and understanding people, I managed to grow, I drew up a life project, where I wanted to be a doctor and I did it, I graduated from medicine, I met love, I freed my mind, my heart, But I proceed cautiously. All due to the power that my mother wielded despite her mistakes and her life, she always taught me to be better than her, not to bend, to look at her past as a future teacher.

She managed to find someone who respects her and despite swearing that she will never marry, she feels free but a prisoner of what she has to live day to day and although I am far away at the moment, everything I do I do for her. because she is my pillar, my reason for being better, for wanting a better life for my children.
She is my idol, full of mistakes, of a painful past, but who always stood up, fighter, mother, sister, she is my little woman, the being I love the most in this life, to whom I owe my life and to whom I am and why I continue.

this is my little family

It is a saying that today I am sad, I had a bad day, I close my eyes and repeat 100 times Tomorrow is another day.

Thank you Steel Women's Club for this opportunity to unburden myself of something that I carry on my chest for so long. Here I leave you just a small part of what is a sad story but full of teachings. There are many similar stories, that have not been told, I want to thank that we are alive, it is the best I can wish you, that you improve yourself every day as a woman, mother, daughter, sister, as a human being and an empowered woman, This is my wish .