One word, I could never hear enough of.

One word that means more than 7000 compliments or any paycheck ever could.

Momma.

It holds so much more, to me.

Momma

It brings me back to the time that we were inseparable.

The moment I laid with you when you were burning with fever when I was exhausted and desperately needed sleep myself.

The thousands of books I read to you, over and over, because I knew they would open up your world, as scary as that was to me.

The days I poured into your character instead of choosing to check out. Over and over again, I fought for your character.

The days I refereed for love between your siblings, even when, I never knew who to defend, because my love for all of you, ran too deep.

Eventually, it became the late nights, the music and the tattoos.

The understandings, without words.

Momma, he says, maybe for the last time. “Can you make these signs for my wedding?”

I feel privileged and I also cry.

He is leaving.

And yet, he is arriving.

Momma, will always be echoing in my head, whether I audibly ever hear it again.

Go forth my son and never look back.

May what I was to you, remind you and have given you enough strength to keep moving forward.

This/her/your passions, is all I ever ultimately wanted for you, because I know that’s all you ever really wanted/needed.

Be a leader, but continue to be you, be strong and be soft, never stop seeing her, never stop creating, and never forget that your momma will always be watching 😉 jk. not kidding. Jk. 😝

Love,

Your momma