Lesson from my Mom – Life is tough

Posted: August 18, 2012 by Keith Townsend in Uncategorized

In my last post, I talked about how I was transitioning from high school to life.  This was a very difficult time in my life.  Up to this point, life had been pretty easy for me.  I relied on the fact I was intelligent and took it for granted.  I could wait until the night of a major assignment was due and pull an all nighter and still get a decent (by my standards) grade.  I had a philosophy that there was no such thing as “homework.”  After all, I didn’t bring chores in from home and do them at school.  School work was for school and home work was for home.  This casual way of life caught up to me as I was trying to deal with the stress of not meeting my own expectations and being frustrated about not finding a job after high school.

I went to my mom for what I thought would be some comforting words.  Before, I give you her response I need to tell you a little bit about my mom.  My mom had my older brother when she was 14 and had me at 15.  She went on to have 3 more kids before she turned 30.  My dad was a great dad but as for being a husband, let’s just say in my earlier post I talked about some of the bad advice he gave, I was referring to his advice of relationships as one area I took with a grain of salt.  She went from being on welfare, surviving an abusive marriage to being a successful business woman running her own transportation company.  This 5’8” 150 lbs. woman raised 5 men that now average 6’3” 220 lbs. to respect her and all women.  My mom is Bad “A”. So, I should have seen the advice coming after I relayed my issues to her and the stress I was feeling.

I’ll never forget the serious but loving look on her face when she said, “Keith, life is tough what are you going to do lie down and die?”  This took me aback but like most mothers she knew her children and what they needed to hear.  Those many days I “suffered” working at Wendy’s and cleaning toilets at the Palmer House, I would constantly go back on those words.  I’m not going to lie and say I was Mr. All Go Never Quit.  I wanted to quit I wanted to stop.  I saw what was going on in my neighborhood and what success seemed to look like and I didn’t feel successful.  But, I’m grateful from my mother’s tough love and knowing her son enough to know when he didn’t need to be comforted but pushed.

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