“Your mom is so fine!”
“Your mom is cool. I love your momma.”
On any given day throughout my childhood, I would hear this from my friends. She was younger than most moms so all the girls wanted to know how old she was and all the boys wanted to drool over her when she came around.
It was annoying.
Now that I’m older and can truly understand the sacrifices she makes for me and her family in comparison to some other stories I’ve heard about other moms, I can see that they were all right about her.
My mom was 19 when she had me and has never made any excuse or reason as to why she couldn’t give me what I needed or wanted without any help. She’s straight to the point, sometimes annoying, always in my corner and cried at every graduation I had (there were a lot of them).
I can’t think of a time where she wasn’t involved in my life and I’m grateful for that. I was told to pull my weight since I was 16 with a job at Target. I still get spoiled for Christmas and birthdays. I was given every opportunity that wasn’t given to her.
She wouldn’t buy me a phone in middle school. Wouldn’t give me any siblings until I was old enough not to want them (Darn step-kids).
Just kidding…I love them all.
I could go on and on about Marla, but I’m sure you’ll hear enough about her in this blog.
My forever Woman Crush Wednesday.