To My Mom

Ever since I can remember I have felt like I didn't "fit" well with the members of my family. I mean yes I did resemble them and shared their name, but there was something bigger that didn't feel right. I remember having these 'off ' days where I was just so confused about myself. You would think it was normal and I was  growing up and changing. But why was I was one of the kids who loved sleeping out more than staying home? It was weird that my friends' houses felt like an escape and there I felt adequate. Now this might sound like a lot of gibberish to most people, I don't blame you, it's still a mystery to me why I was looking for more or what it was I was even looking for. There was only one person that pulled me in and let be be vulnerable, and still loved me with no strings attached. My mommy. This might be a little personal for a blog, but It might make a great movie one day. I was the product of a single-parent family. And to society this was "abnormal", but to me it was the most amazing gift. I was the product of a woman who loved me with every fiber in her body right to her soul. The excuse to rebel because of lack of love was never an option in my life. Don't get me wrong I was not the poster child for perfection but I tried. I learned all I could from her, than as I grew older I tried to be a teacher for her. Someone who was capable to love that much deserved 100 times the love in return. I saw the obstacles she faced and the thorns of love that tried to hurt her. But she never gave in! I never knew a weak muscle in that womans body, mind or soul. Lucky for me she was always my rock, and I think I have been hers. I just wanted to say I love you mom, and I will write a great story and dedicate to you and the woman you are and the woman you shaped me to be. Love Heather