👩👦👦Happy Mother’s Day, if your mom is around, hug and kiss her extra for me, if she’s not, I’m sending you hugs and kisses XOXO This is the first of many. Gone but never forgotten. I went through a traumatic experience in her end…our roles were reversed, I was the Mom and she was my baby. I bathed her, clothed her, fed her, took her to the bathroom, prayed with her and put her to bed…I was her caregiver, it was MY MOM, of course I would do it for her, she did it for me. If I never become a mother, I had that moment of unconditional love with her. There was a time when I thought she didn’t like me, I was the rebellious one, and she could be critical, plus she was old school. When I told her I wanted to learn to lash, she was my #1 hater, but when she saw what I turned it into she became my biggest cheerleader.
One day last year while taking her to a doctors appointment she had an epiphany and shared it with me, she said: “you know when I found out I was pregnant with you, I was sooo maddddd, like why God?!! I had my boy and my girl, they were off to school and now this was my time to do me – go to college and get a job, your father said ‘think of it as a blessing’ and now all these years later I finally know why …you ARE my blessing, you take care of me, you love me, and I love you too…” that day in the car was a pivotal moment for me – it was confirmation and a blessing within itself. She’d apologize for putting me in the caregiver position but I’d tell her that I wouldn’t have it any other way. If nothing else, I know my mom loved me, and she knew I loved her. She’d kill me for posting her, but this is one of the days to celebrate her.❤️