It was thanks giving in the USA recently and it got me thinking about what I am thankful for. I am thankful for those who have made my life that little bit harder, those who hurt me, those that pushed me down. I am thankful for having such a strong mother and brother, the two most important people in my life. They have stood by me and taught me a thing or two a long the way. 

I have seen those who have suffered, struggled and kept going. My mother taught me, she is a true role model. No matter what adversity she faced she always came out on top, a true fighter. At the age of 15 she was in a car crash, went through the windscreen which resulted in loosing most of her teeth, then her father died when she was just 16. She spoke about how much this knocked her confidence, but she stayed strong, supported her mum and family through this hard time. She took on a lot of responsibility growing up, that cannot be easy, being depended on all the time to be the strong one when everyone else is feeling weak. As a single mother without much support she became the strongest, most independent woman I know. I know she feels she could have done more, or been a better role model but this is my opportunity to tell her she has done just amazing. My brother and I are strong independent adults at university. 

My brother and I have a close relationship, we get on so well. He likes to act as if he is older than me and I like that, he looks out for me without really showing it. He has taught me how to be myself, taught me how to love life and enjoy the little things. He is the strongest male role model I know, he has a care free attitude and brushes off any obstacles in front of him. I am extremely proud of my brother, I wish there was more I could do for him, I don't think he needs me as much as I need him. I always like to treat my brother for his birthday and Christmas because it is the only time I get to show him how much he means to me. He taught me to stand up for myself, I remember when he stood up to my dad, looking back it is funny and many people may not understand given the context, but my brother lost it and snapped my dads cards up in his wallet. I never used to stick up for myself, but after seeing my brother do this, I realised he has more strength in him that I will probably ever have. I strived and started to push myself and became more confident and at ease with myself thanks to my brother.

I remember the times when we were younger, we just used to fight quite badly, I think this was our way to exert some of the pain we were feeling when our dad left. I remember when he did leave, there was one event I will never forget:

Our mum was cooking a Sunday roast and our father came round, drunk and arguing with her. I grabbed my brother and took him into the front room and put the TV on. There was shouting and screaming coming from the kitchen, food and knives being thrown around as mum tried to get our dad to leave the house, I was in tears, my brother was in tears but I held him close and tried to distract him the best I could. When dad left, we went into the kitchen to find mum in tears, we all held each other and cried. 

My family may seem small, dysfunctional sometimes, but I would never change it. We always look out for each other, sometimes in unconventional ways. They may even be annoyed that I have written this blog, but I write this now to show how much they mean, not to share personal details, but to get people to think what they are thankful for, who they appreciate in their life.

Without pain and struggle we would not be the strong people we are today. Without these two amazing people in my life I would not have made it to where I am today. 

Published by Katy-Jane Pitt