by L
My mom was never in the picture. I seen her three times. First, when I was born. Second, when my grandpa died, and third, when my sister graduated high school. She ain’t my mom, though!
My mom aka my aunt said, “A mom is not a woman gave birth to you, it’s the woman who raised you.” That’s always going to stay with me. I love her.
It’s going to be hard to spend Mother’s Day here and not with her. I missed her birthday because I was locked up. Remember the first time, I got locked up, she visited me once.
She said, “You get locked up again, I ain’t gon’ visit you.” I said, “Why?” She said, “Because I don’t want to see you here, it hurts me. This is not a place for you.”
I call her every chance I get. That’s the only woman who’s made the biggest impact in my life. I called her yesterday and asked her to visit me. She said the same thing.
She also said, “Let’s see how long you last when you get released.” I said, “Damn, Ma, that’s mean.” She said, “It ain’t mean, it’s the truth.” I rarely fight with my mom.
I can’t get mad at her. I can’t get mad at a woman who spent years, love, money, time, on me. She loves me, I love her. Her daughter and son are my brother and sister.
And their kids are my niece and nephew. I love them as my kids. I swear they’re everything to me. I remember spending all my summers with them.
Like she would pay for my tickets for Arizona to California and California to Arizona. She paid for my luggage. She gave me a quince. She paid for all of it.
My dad (my real dad) didn’t even show up. I cried a little, so my uncle danced with me. I cried a little. It was great. I never ever want to disappoint her.
I want to make her very proud of me. So, this time when I get out, I want to work on my school credits. Also, work or getting a job, well, two jobs. My first paycheck is going to my mom.
If she says no, I’ll buy her a Jesus piece or pay the rent. She deserves it. She deserves the world and more. She’s my mama. I love her, I would die for her. Happy Mother’s Day, Ma!