Getting the pleasure to work from home is something that took years in the making. Paying my dues shall we say, is just how it was taught to me. But work was never removed from the option of being at home. When I was younger, growing up in a single parent home due to the passing of my father, my mother constantly worked in order to support our home and family. Before the passing of my father, she would always be doing something in the house. Clean bed sheets were always a nightly joy after leaving the shower and putting on your clean pajamas. Dishes were done and the floor was washed, every single day. After my fathers passing; not only did she still do these things until us children were old enough, but she also took on working outside the home. Strong woman with strength that no muscle could ever come up against. Funny how those two words are not used the same or at least understood the same.

Strong also strength is associated with that of physical capability and not with emotional stamina anymore. To say someone is strong we put upon them the burden of proof. Bulging muscles under tightly fitting clothes or the ability to lift and move something that the average human cannot. Yet being strong is not just about physicality; strength is also of the mind. Being able to lose your partner and still carry on tomorrow as it would normally be for your children; that takes strength. Consoling others while you need it yourself; that is strength. Taking the step forward into a world that you were not allowed to be in before; that is strength. Choosing to live when all of your body is telling you to lay down and give in. It is moments like these that put our minds to the test of strength and although we sometimes fail, often we achieve what we never thought possible.

Work is normally associated with that of a job that pays that person, yet I hope the majority of us also do work around the house. It’s that confusion I think that propels most of the newer generation not to do productive things. Work has become a four letter word since most of them haven’t had to do any work around the house. It was normal in my house on Saturday mornings you would find us at home cleaning and not outside playing. We were not allowed to go outside until all the work was done along with the grocery shopping. Of course being kids we made the most out of it with music and the occasional argument. But even though it was hard on us, I look back with the fondest memories of that. We were working as a family to accomplish a common goal and what I couldn’t do, my older siblings pitched in.

We laugh now as we’ve gotten older about who gave who a bloody nose and who was caught kissing out in the tree out back. But those memories are always of the family and not generally an individual. So the work we did actually built our strength in both our new families and our every day life.

I am thankful that I was blessed with an amazingly strong mother to show me the right and wrong about these words. It’s not the money that brought me to be who I am and I don’t think it ever would have. It’s the work and the strength that she displayed and I followed; being a child I would never have done what she said but instead done what she did. I agree children rarely listen, but they do as they see and are shown.

So I hope that someday I will have passed this down at least to someone and keep the thought alive that if you work and build your strength, that with each new challenge you face, it will feel easier.

Well, I have a floor to wash so if you’ll excuse me.

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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.