to be weak.

I love my mom. She raised me to be a strong, driven woman. She supported all of the crazy, stupid, short lived ideas and whims I had growing up and she continues to support me as best she can while I fumble through adulthood. 

I've never considered my mom a conventionally strong woman by today's definition. She is a product of an older generation. She married young, raised her children, took the typical female gender roles in the household, and put her career on hold.

Today I confronted my grandfather, my mom's dad. He is a selfish individual, someone who made little effort to be part of my life, who walks all over people, especially my mom. Today I had it. In a moment of anger, I told him exactly what I thought. I yelled, I swore, and he ignored me.

My mom, on the other hand, continued to keep the peace. She knows that time is fleeting and time with him is quickly slipping by.

She embodies strength while I let weakness take over.