Stuck between the heart and a hardplace...(nonMBA)

My inherited son is at a development stage, where he is flexing his persona, i.e. strenght drawn from muscles and force through power. I am trying to teach him that true strenght is fueled by the heart and determination comes from the mind. I try to be strong, not for myself, but for my mother. With my father's passing, my strenght no longer belonged to me. It belongs to my mother and I don't know how much I have left for myself. So I work hard to strenghten myself, so I can provide for my son and mother.

I am increasing the GMAT studies and placing thoughts to paper for the other B-schools essays. So I sacrifice time from my workout schedule, which has proven great results. A stong body, equates to strong heart, leading to stonger mind, allowing for stronger character.

My family, they don't know. They function normally. Noises here, screaming there, TV on, radio on louder, bored son pacing about the house, mother w/ questions, concerns, and worries. Always her worries. I don't know. There times when my strenght is drained and I still have to put in a few hours for studies and readings. This is when I draw upon my determination, my will, my mind to focus on the studies, when my body, my heart is weak. Some days are better and some days are worse. Worse days, I regret the promise to my father on his death bed, "Stay close by and watch over mother." I've given up my peace, my quiet, my social life, my bachelor life for the responsibilities of son and mother. Better days, my heart and soul swells w/ the love my son and mother entails.

Life is an amazing adventure and life lessons learned are...well, they are worth more.