My mother and I are very different people. We think differently, we grew up differently, we care about different things. It’s okay. I love that woman. She is ridiculously proud of me and so in love with her grandboy, Mateo.
I’ve been told that I took more energy to raise than my other three siblings combined. I’ve been told that I was an easy baby and an intense, spirited child. And no one needs to remind me of how much I struggled to grow up.
After I became a mother myself, I had an immediate, newfound understanding and appreciation for my own mother. It’s only grown since then. We may be different but she has felt my pain and my joy like no one else.
My mother is brave, tenacious, and beautiful.
I love you mom. Thank you for never giving up on me.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!