I’d just like to say that I have the best mother in the world. No offense to your mother or any mothers that may be reading this post. Mothers hold a very special place in most girls hearts, especially mine. So let’s start this Mother’s Day journey, shall we?
Yeah, that’s a picture of my mom back in the day. Hot stuff, right? My mom had me fairly young. She wasn’t a teenage mother or anything but she had be at age 23. I was the first child. My mom told me that she always wanted a girl even though my dad had hoped for a boy to come first. I had a whole six years of my life as an only child. I was spoiled by everyone in my family but especially my mother.
She made sure I had anything I wanted, within means of course. She told me a couple years ago that when I was born my dad had lost his job for a couple months and they were living off my mom’s salary, which wasn’t much. My parents would eat oodles and noodles everyday just so they knew they’d still have enough money for my formula and diapers and stuff.
When my mom got pregnant with my sister Rachel I thought that it was the worst thing ever! I was so used to being the only child and getting what I wanted that I didn’t want her to have to share her time with anyone else. Then about a year after Rachel was born, she got pregnant with my littlest sister Nicole. I thought, “this is it! I can’t take anymore of this neglect!!!” LOL! Yes, that’s really how I felt. Once Nicole was born I think my mother and I kinda grew apart a little bit but now that I think about it, I think our relationship just evolved. I was no longer the little girl that my mom had to take care of. I was the big girl that she depended on to help take care of my sisters and be the role model. I didn’t take too kindly to that.
My teenage years were rough on my relationship with both of my parents. I was such an asshole. I felt that everything was 10x more serious than it actually was. A pimple was worse than the death of a family member and my mother not letting me go to a party was the end of the world. My mom and I got into many arguments and I just didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted to leave. Even when I was the biggest bitch in the world, my mother still had my back. She was willing to go above and beyond for me. Help me with school projects, drive me all the way to Walmart to get the tampons that I liked that they didn’t supply at the Rite Aide down the street, got me out of swimming class because I had it first class one year. She was the best!
It wasn’t really until after I moved to California that I realized how great my parents were. I needed to really be on my own for me to realize and appreciate how much they did for me.
So in conclusion, I just want to thank my mother for being my rock, my heart, and the glue that holds me together when I feel like everything is falling apart. I want to thank her for taking care of me when I was too much of an idiot to care about her. I want to thank her for making sure I had everything I wanted. I want to thank her for kicking my ass when it was extremely necessary. And I want to thank her for loving me so unconditionally. I hope that one day I can be half the woman, mother, and person that she is.
I LOVE YOU MOMMY!
And Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers that may be reading this post! You’re all wonderful and remarkable women!
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It’s pretty sad to say that this beverage from Starbucks was the highlight of my day. I hardly slept at all last night and today I had sooo much running around to do. I had to take Sam to deposit his check before lunch and then his manager asked him to run to Target to get 4 packs of water bottles and a little plastic kiddie pool for a display for the store. Sam and I trudged through Target and got the 4 packs of water and searched for the pool that they didn’t have. So I dropped Sam off at work with the water and I had to run to Lowe’s to get a pool that barely fit in my small trunk.
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