Snowflakes of Iron
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jadelemonade
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My mother is one of my key role models. Over the past 15 years, I have looked to her for everything. The times I didn't, I regretted it. Of course, we had our moments of disagreement, but once we got over them it only helped our relationship grow.

Snowflakes of Iron

My mother is one of my key role models. Over the past 15 years, I have looked to her for everything. The times I didn't, I regretted it.

Of course, we had our moments of disagreement, but once we got over them it only helped our relationship grow.

For example, one summer I decided to make some choices that weren't necessarily the best in her eyes.

I did my best to keep her from finding out, but mothers have this particular skill where they can come to know anything they choose if they look hard enough.

At first, we were just angry with each other. I because she had found me out, and she because I had broken one of the few specific rules she had given for my safety.

I don't want to share exactly what it is that I'd done, but I do want to share how we've grown as mother and daughter because of it.

Months later, she still likes to remind me of the choices that I made. It gets on my nerves, as I don't need her telling me what I did. It's practically impossible to forget that type of thing.

Anyways, I was babysitting my brother and sister, who are both fairly young. My sister, who's 9, was pretty well behaved.

I didn't have any huge issues with her so she pretty much was just on her own for most of the day. On the other end, there was my 6-year-old brother.

He couldn't seem to get it through his thick skull that we had been given a shortlist of chores to do and the expectation that they are done by the time my mother returns.

Every time I asked him about whether or not he had made any progress whatsoever, he either answered with a grunt of some kind or just completely ignored me.

I could not for the life of me decide why someone could be so annoying.

I was in charge, wasn't he supposed to listen to me? Follow my every command without a doubt or hesitation?

My answer, absolutely not! It seems like no matter what I said or threatened, he didn't care and wanted to make sure I knew about it.

I ended up giving in and calling my mom because I figured if anybody, she knew how to handle him.

She had me hand him the phone and she talked to him for a little bit about how he doesn't treat his teachers at school like this,

and I'm acting like the adult of the situation so he should respect me.

Once they ended the call, I was hopeful that my mom had worked some miracles and he would open his ears to my pleading this time.

It wasn't even 5 minutes later, and he was already back to the couch with his tablet. At this point, I was ready to surrender.

Gaining my courage to raise the white flag, I decided to try once more. "Have you even started your chores for today?" I asked with hope. Another grunt.

I sank back into the loveseat, pondering what I could even do at this point.

Interrupt my mom again? Scream at him? Threaten to take away his tablet (even though I didn't have the authority to do so)? No, I had to be bigger than that. I started sobbing.

I couldn't even handle him anymore. I spent all day trying to get him to cooperate, and nothing had worked. I felt so dejected. He was being impossible and nothing could change that.

As I sat there with tears streaming down my face, I realized something. This must be what my mom feels like when I chose to break her rules.

They're so simple, yet I tended to test them over and over again. I thought she was just trying to be controlling, but I decided to think of it another way-as loving.

My mom doesn't want to tie me down or keep me from having a life and fun. She wants to keep me safe. I might not understand or agree with her methods yet because I don't' have my own kids.

This made me want to completely change my outlook on rules and guidelines. People don't come up with pointless rules just to make life miserable.

There's always a reason, whether it be that someone was stupid enough to try something at one point or they are able to foresee the possible dangers.

I have never had this much extreme appreciation for my mother before. It's incredible the lengths she goes to just to ensure that I have everything I need.

My mother has a ton of interesting stories from her youth. Some of them are things I've done before, and some are things even I think are too crazy.

There have been many occasions where I've tried to convince her to write a memoir about her past, and she said that if she did it would be titled "Snowflakes of Iron".

I obviously questioned this. Where did the snowflakes come from? Turns out, she said that a lot of teens and even young adults today are fragile.

We all have issues and problems that seem miniature to her generation. Things that don't even seem to matter. I at first was definitely offended.

Of course, my problems are real, what is she talking about? Then she explained the iron part. We do have problems that may seem unimportant, but they are huge to us.

Everyone has something going on in their life that seems to be the world to them, and we all have to learn how to get through it.

If we stay strong, similar to iron, we won't lose sight of our goal and we're that much more likely to achieve them. I thought this was incredible.

As an aspiring author, I've never put quite that much thought into a title before. This among other things has shown me that my mom is not only an incredibly real person, but she gets it.

She may not understand things I struggle with specifically, but she understands that I'm struggling.

She's always ready to lend a helping hand, all I have to do is go to her with honesty and good intentions.

Over the past few months, I've grown to appreciate my mother more than I have in the past 15 years.

It seems that it's become common for parents to be seen as people to provide basic necessities until we move out. In reality, they are giving us life.

Not just the things we need like food and a bed, but also things like love. A place to turn to in times of need. Any parent who isn't offering their child that warm place is failing.

Someone could be living on the streets, but with a positive outlook and good parents, they can make it through anything.

This is my very strong belief, and I'm very thankful that my mom has been through so much just to give me a better life than she had.

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