For many years I was so angry with my mother. I felt she had dropped the ball on several occasions and she just wasn’t there for me like I needed her. At first, I didn’t care because I had my daddy. But then daddy died, and she was all I had left. I honestly didn’t start understanding my mom’s moves until the past year. Being a mother is hard and there is no manual with instructions and pictures. We are truly just “winging it”. But I think that’s the beauty of motherhood. We may not know what the hell we are doing but we make shit happen. We raise these little people to mold the future of the world. And that’s fucking amazing.
I want to tell my mother that I love her dearly. And I hope she forgives me for being so bitter and spiteful for years. It took my daughter to hit puberty and lose her best friend to the flu for me to truly understand. I swear I am going to cry when my daughter gets her first menstrual cycle. I’m already stressed out over the hair under her arms and her budding boobs. And just think my mother had FIVE girls. I’m surprised she doesn’t have any gray hair.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers and mother figures. This job is hard as hell but it’s so worth it. We are phenomenal.
Just Kaz LLC 