Got it From My Mama.
It seems these days there is a day for everything (the card industry must be popen). But today is one of the days that counts (no its not national donut day). Today is the day we celebrate all the X chromosomes out there. That’s right folks you guessed its Mother’s Day! Today is the day we celebrate all those wonderful lady’s. Our mom’s, mama’s, mommy’s, Mimi’s, ma’s, Madre’s. You know the women that may have purposely or not gotten knocked up with you and decided to let your little punk ass into the world? Yah it’s her day.
From the very moment that brave lady shot you out of her not so “easy bake oven” she has loved you infinitely. Well at least mine has and I hope yours has too! So today my blog will be about the one, the only miss sassy Kathy. The Bronx baby that fell in love with an Irish man (check out making lemons into lemonade for more deets) and popped out three wonderful, yet mentally draining individuals. Just like that her life was ours, MWAHAH!
For as long as I can remember my mom has always been there. If my brothers and I needed her just like that she has dropped everything for us. When it comes to her family she is a mama lion ready to pounce! Nothing comes before her baby cubs. I am one lucky bitch to be blessed with such a remarkable mother. I can remember her almost beating up some poor ice cream shop worker because my brothers fell off his cone and the lady wouldn’t give him another. Or her getting all Bronx New York on my seventh-grade social studies teacher face because he called me stupid, and made fun of my spelling. Or that time we almost got detained at the airport because an attendant made us miss our flight and “RUNIED OUR FAMILY VACATION!”. She’s not someone you wanna fuck with when it comes to her family.
She was tough on us too though, but in a good way. In a way that taught us lessons not make us feel like shit. There’s not a day that I can remember that I would ever even think of disrespecting her. I can remember having friends that would speak to the parents in such ways that I would never dream of. If me and my brothers were being bad all she had to do was give us this look… it’s hard to explain and it doesn’t come often but you know it when you see it and let me tell you don’t wanna see it. That’s all she had to do, just look at us and we would behave. She’s commanding without even trying, it comes easy to her. She’s a boss ass bitch is what she is. She works a full-time job as a project manager and runs my dad’s installation company…. She so fucking smart. I watch her work and I wonder if I’ll ever know all the things that seem to come with ease to her.
It isn’t always business with this mama though. Growing up with her by my side was a treat. She is the craziest, kookiest, wackiest, fun loving ball of rainbows and sunshine I have ever met. It never matted where we were, or who we were with we were goanna have fun. I have vivid memories of her belting out songs in the grocery store, dancing with strangers when she heard a song she loved, and yelling profanities at cars in traffic. She has always made life fun and bright, and light. She’s not perfect though, she’s overly emotional, messy, she always burns the cinnamon rolls, and she’s always falling asleep during movies (and then we have to rewind and start over and then she will just fall asleep again! it’s a whole proses I don’t wanna get into it).
Just like all moms she gets on my nerves sometimes. She may have made me but we don’t agree on everything. I think of how lucky I am that the only fight I’ll get into with my mom is that if I should be wearing a bra or not, or if I’m goanna get a “real job” whatever that means. I think of the kids who question if their moms love them or who their moms are, and where they are, if they are safe, and if they care if their safe. Then I count my blessing and pray to fight about bras every day. I’m thankful for a mom that notices me, who hears me, and may roll her eyes at me but still loves me. She is my best friend, my biggest confidante, my favorite person to gossip with and there’s no one I’d rather split Ben and Jerrys with and binge watch vampire diary’s.
So, thank you mama. Thank you for being there every step of the way. Thank you for teaching me to live life with no fear of judgments of others. For making me believe that I am enough for not only the world but for myself. For understanding me even when I don’t. thank you for teaching me to be strong and fearless, and that family always comes first. Thank you for dropping your life to make sure mine is copasetic. Thank you for teaching me to dance when everyone is watching and to sing even if I can’t. Thank you for the abundancy of hugs and kisses and never making me question if I am loved or not. Everything I am is you. Now that I get older and I look in the mirror I realize I’m becoming you inside and out (So, thanks for great hair and skin gurl! hair flip) and let me I don’t hate it. I am honored to carry your genes and your morality, and devotion to family and friends. You are truly one of a kind and I would be completely lost without you. You are by far the greatest gift I could have been given and the best friend I could ever have.