Momma


Let’s be honest mom’s have the hardest job.

They want the best for their children. They guide and love them the best the can, and guess what? They don’t turn out the way mom expected.

I know i didn’t. And I know you didn’t.

my mom wanted me to speak with eloquence and respect. I got the fowl mouth of a sailor but I say yes/no ma’am/sir. I can speak without cussing when needed…. But do I?

My mom wanted me to have Grace. The only time I’m graceful is when I fall and scream “tahdah!”

My mom wanted me to be loving and kind. I kinda got that…. But did I really? (Itty bitty black heart)

Mom wanted me to have a life filled with educated purpose. I dropped out of college.

Mom wanted me to be happy and loved. I am…. But kids guess what….. I’m not always happy.

So here is what I can say.

I turned out okay enough. Because I am enough. It wasn’t what my mom expected or wanted for me, but it’s enough.

In AMAZING Mom fashion she loves me fully and unconditionally. Man am I lucky. She gets mad, disappointed, doesn’t like what I say or do all the time. But still ends every conversation with I love you.

Mom’s have the hardest job…..

Blessed mine took on the task of loving the wild child.

I don’t think anyone else could have done it better.

Mom, thank’s for peeing your pants every time you laugh.

Dragonfly out

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