But, there's no love like the one you have for your momma.
Mom is mom! She's the nice one, the mean one, the cook, the negotiator, the lawyer, the 'I'll get off work early to make it to your game' one...
In other words, she's supermom.
She's the one who stays up at night when you're sick to make sure you get meds in you. She's the one who's always there.
She's nice but she's tough as hell.
My favorite is "she's the one who brought you in this world, she can take you out!"
Now, don't get all butt hurt with that last comment. It is simply a joke!
Mom means that in the way that she knows what it's like to carry you. To feel your heartbeat for the first time. To feel your hiccups or when you're not well. She knows what it's like to have a relationship with you that no man could ever understand.
As I lay here in my mom's bed I can't help but think about her. I can't help but think about how fast we've grown up! I can't help but think, 'when did the roles get switched and it become our turn to take care of mom'.
It seems like just yesterday that mom was taking me to my little league games.
But, if there's one thing I know.... It's that I am damn proud that's my momma.
She's a fighter.
She always has been.
My mom went without dinner on multiple occasions because she only had enough money to buy groceries to feed us.
My mom would sleep in her car after a night shift at the prison before she had class in the morning.
My mom was the ultimate sacrifice when it came to us.
My mom is our hero.
Now it's my turn to be her hero. It's my turn to be there for her.
Whether it's giving her my time, my love, heck, I would shave my head if it meant keeping my mom.
I may be 25 years old but I still need my mom.
She still has to walk me down this isle one day, and she still has to hold my hand when I have my first child.
So mom, if you're hearing my prayers, and God too.... Just know we are fighting with you.
Your time isn't over yet....
