MONDAY FUNDAY BLOG PROMPT #10 YOUR CREATION STORY

For our Funday Monday art this week we were ask to create our creation story. This is a story of my beginning but is not a story about me. This is the story of a woman who met a boy and at an age way too young, became a mother. Soon after another baby was born to them and a family of three grew into four. 

Times were hard back then with the country being in the middle of the great depression. Parts of the midwest and southwest were recovering from the dust bowl that devastated our breadbasket states causing families to leave their homes and migrate westward looking for a better life.

Families by the hundreds packed up their belongings and en masse migrated to the promising western states leaving behind a familiar world looking for that new life only to find the depression was taking it's toll on everyone everywhere. 

Soon this family of four became five but then broke apart as so many times happens when there is too much stress and not enough substance to sustain. A young mother is left to raise her three children by herself.

Then another baby comes into the world and because of conditions and circumstances she is not able to control this baby is left for another to raise leaving a deep hole in this young mother's heart. Never to heal completely and leaving her to try to fill that void her whole life

A new war starts, the army swells as men, long out of work, find a place to earn a living and soldiers from all over the country are sent to places they only dreamed about before. 

New relationships are formed and a young mother meets the love of her life. A young soldier, who only wanted to grow up and play baseball, falls in love and takes on a ready made family, both thinking this is what they had both been looking for. Together they have a child and with four children they are the  typical American family.

War and strife takes it's toll and this young mother, losing her childhood too early and now with scars that will not heal and chained to a life she is not prepared for spirals in and out of depression, drugs, deceit and despair. 

Over the course of years they travel, adopt two children, she trying to fill that empty place in her heart and he trying to make her happy. Their four children are grown now and they should be enjoying their time together but life has left too many wounds and the hurt will not go away even when, in their middle years and perhaps by accident, they have one more child together.

This young mother with so many dreams unfinished left this life behind many years ago still trying to find the missing piece and her soldier left to join her some few years back. Together again in eternity she will someday find the son she lost so many years ago and be at peace. 

In her honor

This is my mother, this is my beginning but not my ending. My story is still being written.