I owe the mom I am today to my own mother. This time every year I reflect on what kind of mom I am and what kind of mother gave birth to me. My mother never witnessed my prom, or saw me in my wedding dress. She wasn’t by my side through my first heartbreakContinue reading “A Motherless Mom”
Orphan. Your mom didn’t love you. Child of the system. Just another statistic. These are not only things that have been said to me but that I’ve thought of myself. At the age of 7, 5, 3, and 2 years old, my younger siblings and I were put into foster care. It was by farContinue reading “Foster Care.”
To The Girls Who Date my Boys, To the girls who date my boys remember they were once little boys. They giggled at puppies and found joy in hot wheels. They played outside barefoot with popsicle grins and farmers tans. They always came to mommy for kisses. They went to daddy to fix things andContinue reading “To the Girls Who Date my Boys”
So, baby girl I’m here to tell you you’ll doubt your worth, you’ll question if your pretty enough, if you’re loved enough but when you do, you have me. I will be here to tell you just how much we all love you. I’ll be here to tell you how your mom always makes sure you are perfectly taken care of and how your daddy lit up talking about what a daddy’s girl you are. I’ll be here to tell you about the first time we all held you and how in love we fell. When that isn’t enough, I’ll be there with ice cream, rom coms, and lots and lots of shopping.
In this day and age honesty isn’t something you come by often. We spend so much time taking pictures that show “our best side”, our perfectly matching mommy and me outfits, and the newest and best clothes and technology. We show off a “carefree” lifestyle. But how often are we actually carefree? How many ofContinue reading “Social Media”