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Mom, Mommy, Mama!



          Mom” is the title I wear with the most pride. As a single mother I’d have to say, my son is the most important thing to me. God chose me specifically to be his mother and for that I’m extremely grateful. As his mother it’s my duty to be his protector, chef, teacher, best friend and so much more. I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing things for him that I should be doing as his parent.

I remember when I found out I was pregnant. My heart dropped. There I was barely able to take care of myself and about to become a mother. When I looked in my sons eyes for the first time, I made him a vow that through blood, sweat and tears I’d do my best by him. I’m the one that caters to him when he’s sick, I’m there for every performance, every game, every tear and every smile. At times I have to tell my friends no because I’m a mother first. There’s times when I sacrifice my own happiness, time, funds and needs because he comes before anything else.

Some mothers have yet to grasp that concept. They’d rather put their child on the backburner for a night of fun or dump them on someone else so they can fulfill their own happiness. At the end of the day these children never asked to be here. How can you sleep comfortably at night knowing  your child depends on someone else for their needs and you’re not doing anything to change that? It’s not grandma or grandpas responsibility to raise YOUR children. Grandparents are a God sent and I’m extremely grateful for my sons but they choose when and what they want to do for my child. Whatever they do  is a bonus, not a responsibility. The tools they’ve given me along with me having unconditional love for my son has shaped me to be the mother I am today. Do right by your children!

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