{"id":23621,"date":"2026-08-27T09:54:57","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T14:54:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=23621"},"modified":"2026-08-27T09:54:57","modified_gmt":"2026-08-27T14:54:57","slug":"i-love-my-mommy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2026\/08\/27\/i-love-my-mommy\/","title":{"rendered":"I Love My Mommy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

If you know me, then you know I talk about my mom 24\/7\u2014whenever I get the chance to bring her up. Not just because I love her more than anyone, but because I appreciate everything she does for me, whether I always tell her that or not. From the start, it\u2019s really only ever been me and her. Sure, we live with my grandparents, but I\u2019ve always gravitated towards her. Having a kid means to make harsh sacrifices and decisions that I never truly took into account until I got older.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Looking back, I wish I\u2019d been more affectionate towards my mommy when I was a kid, but now, I\u2019m trying to make up for that lost time. Just the other day, she got confused when I referred to her as \u2018mommy\u2019 instead of \u2018mom.\u2019 She wasn\u2019t angry, just wondering why I\u2019d suddenly switched up. I told her it was my way of showing my love, and that she should probably become used to it for the foreseeable future. It\u2019s time I made up for being such a stubborn child.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now, I could ramble on and on for thousands of words about the woman who singehandedly raised me, but I\u2019d rather just share the important stuff and save everything for another time. In a way, we sort of grew up with one another. That\u2019s not to say she was super young when she had me, but perhaps not fully matured, as you\u2019re not considered \u2018mature\u2019 until you\u2019re twenty five. I admire the strength she had to take on the responsibility of raising a child at nineteen, especially when my father slowly started showing how unprepared he was for a baby.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I may not remember my entire childhood, but looking through memories, I know I was loved. Her best friends became my god parents, my uncles and aunts, and I was the first child of her group. I was everyone\u2019s baby. I had plenty of toys and was always in someone\u2019s arms. I was cared for, never wanting for anything. When he moved out with my grandmother and her husband, things changed. She no longer lived so close to her friends and had the help\u2014only the help of two people who\u2019d finished raising their children long ago.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I regret being the reason my mom didn\u2019t finish college and pushed herself through grueling job after grueling job. I told her constantly that once I go to college, I want her to re-enroll, to build a life outside of me\u2014the one she could have had had I not come along. I don\u2019t think she regrets having me, no, she loves me and I know that. I only wish I had not been so hardheaded as a child, so eager to rebel, that she could have had an easy life. That\u2019s what I plan to give her\u2014to work hard and let her put up her feet, to let me take care of and love her the way she has always done to me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Everything I do is not only for myself, but for her. I one day want her to be able to not slave over a minimum wage job, to be able to rest her aching feet for once in her life. To not have to worry about how to get groceries for the week and still have enough money left over for bills.\u00a0 Basically, the whole point of this rant is to talk to you all about the woman who\u2019s always been there for me, my biggest supporter, and the most caring person I\u2019ve ever met.<\/span><\/p>\n



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If you know me, then you know I talk about my mom 24\/7\u2014whenever I get the chance to bring her up. Not just because I love her more than anyone, but because I appreciate everything she does for me, whether I always tell her that or not. From the start, it\u2019s really only ever been … Continue reading “I Love My Mommy”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":123,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23621"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/123"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23621"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23713,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23621\/revisions\/23713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}