Unconditional Love

There are moments in our lives when we will feel completely and utterly alone. When the world around us has vanished, abandoning us to fates of out self-made circumstance... Leaving us with no possible way of finding any type of guiding light... no hope, or acceptance in something better breaking through the darkness.. We'll be very easily consumed by this overwhelming sense of dread and it's in these instances that our sanity will do it's best to escape us... it will be a battle to remain in control of your mental and emotional faculties... for they will surely be on their own quest to some type of peace and relevance, even if that means accomplishing our goal but separating themselves from their presence in us......... In these fires we will most definitely need something positive to hold on to... be our safety net... our lifeline... the solid and ever present reminder that I am not alone...... she is the brace and courageous woman who has compromised so many of her own feelings to insure that I will feel loved and wanted even in the face of adversity.... Her name is Rhonda Laverne Brittain.... and she is my mother!!!!! Yes, I am in the midst of a whirlwind of problems... and have been for many many years... one after another, and always on time in the fact that each problem brings about a new wound...and never do they present themselves kind enough to wait for the previous wound to heal.. and saddest of all is the revelation that as I reflect upon the scars of my heart I realize that there are all undeniably self-inflicted.... I meditate on this at times, and try with all my might to reconstruct and restore enough of my dignity to inspire even a small amount of will power and effort...... just a fraction... a tiny spark that will mercifully feed the fires of self preservation.... most times... more often that not I fail in this endeavor... and I find myself in a war against my own existence.... a war where I fall asleep at night with hopes that maybe I wont wake up... a war where I am the enemy , and the goal is to destroy as much of my fortitude as I can, so that I will eventually become unable to put forth any resistance..... Leaving sufficient room for the inevitable to happen.... my demise................but she is stronger than my hate for myself... She is relentless in her competitiveness..... never wavering on the front line of battle, and in constant pursuit to rebuild what I have so carelessly taken apart... she does this with very simple tactics, yet the measures to which she is willing to go to are what gives her approach such a demanding and unyielding effect... her resolve to see her mission to the end is what I have learned over the years to be nothing less than the very definition of “UNCONDITIONAL LOVE”..... She is the mother that every boy takes for granted as a child and that every man recognizes as an ANGEL as an adult.... her love has saved me from myself.... it had pulled me from the darkness on countless occasions, and had give me life and hope when I was plagued by my own uncertainties.... the man I was yesterday had improved into something better today just by experiencing the from my mother..... and as the days pass before me I've grown closer to the person I now that I am meant to be.... the person who can say without reservations that I have made My mother proud.... I am thankful for her hunger to persevere for me.... without it I most assuredly would have failed... I love you mom.... and I hope that you smile often as you can..: laugh daily , and never forget that my world still revolves because of you.... remember that time can never be a worthy adversary for something as power as love......WE GOT THIS.....

With all the love a grateful Son can pour out...... Your raccoon, Chisholm