To be Perfectly Imperfect.

2:45 PM



Today, I am tired of stereotypes and I am fed up with expectations.Today, I am thankful for independence and keeping an open mind. Today, I am thankful for my ability to be "Me".


I am completely and utterly strange. I talk to candy… "come to Mama, you delicious ball of chocolate”. I cry for absolutely no reason and spend a majority of my time concocting unlikely fairytale scenarios in my head. I drive too fast and I cuss too much. I get far too excited about others misfortunes in scary movies. I am wanty, needy and in love with all things material. I look in the mirror and think my hips are too high and my thighs too thin and would honestly pursue some fake tata's if I wasn't so skeptical about unnecessary surgeries. I know there are times when I am obnoxiously inappropriate and shouldn’t be…like at a funeral. I spend the weekdays carrying myself with an air of class and confidence but I love a Friday night in a smoke filled room with a beer in my hands and a band playing. My children are always my first priority but I do not feel guilty about having a life outside of being a Mother, I don’t want my girls to think that being a woman who does nothing but stay at home and tend to children is acceptable, I want more for them. I constantly worry about money, my dream is to one day be so set that I no longer stress from check to check. I want to give more of myself than I can, there are not enough hours in the day for all of my ambitions. I could be a better friend, I have such wonderful people in my life and I feel that I should give them more of myself but I am already spread so thin between working and the Children. There are occasions…albeit rare…when I ruin dinner, order a pizza and then cry over breadsticks because I am not society’s definition of Susie Homemaker. I have become completely satisfied with life as it is, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want more, it just means I am no longer feeling as if I am lacking. I am blessed. I get moody; one week out of the month I am a horrible monstrous bitch…but, I am currently fixing that. I have not forgotten where I came from, I am well aware I grew up in a trailer in a Podunk town and wasn’t quite middle class. It’s hard to forget things like that, that’s why I appreciate everything I have and why I always want to provide more for my children, they will never be the kids in the payless shoes. I would get into my love life...but I will spare everyone that, just know it is far from perfect itself. Although currently, I am very happy and complete despite the fact that things aren’t ideal. I am judgmental, Lord forgive me for it, I know it is wrong but sometimes I can’t help but say, “what the fuck”. My confidence can be off putting to some people, but I have a warmth that makes little girls cling to me like a dryer sheet…and I love that, I am very much a Mother of girls. There are things about me that no one knows and plenty I am sure that people don’t understand. I am not perfect. I don’t want to be perfect. I am me, and as long as I am happy with myself I could honestly care less what a person here or there has to say. I try to live my life in an acceptable manner, I am nauseatingly responsible but I refuse to be dull in order to be someone’s definition of perfect. I am no one’s toy, I am a woman. I don’t think it is right to let a man control you. While I think respect is important, you are just as capable as him and should not live to be a baby factory and maid, you are an equal and should be treated as such. I will do your dishes, but I will do them for me, not because I am a woman and you are a man. I am lucky to be in a relationship where this is not an issue, I am a princess and treated as such, which has led me to the realization I should never settle for less than that. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” and then if they aren’t holding up their end….do unto others as they do unto you. That’s right, you can do it, go ahead and feel your backbone…it’s still there. There is absolutely nothing wrong with not being a “Pinterest Perfect” woman. There is beauty in difference, there is character in it. Just be a good person, be a good partner and be the best parent you can…now that, sounds perfectly imperfect.

I am quite certain this message would be approved,
With Love From Betty. 

God Gave Me You For the Ups and Downs....

12:41 PM



Some days, much like today, I get frustrated. I don’t understand how life can move so fast and things end up the way they do. No matter how much careful planning goes into it, things can still get all turned around and messed up. There are days I want to just bury my face in a pillow and cry. I know I am lucky and I know there are people out there who have it so much worse than me, but sometimes I am selfish….sometimes I let a “why me” slip. I don’t know if people don’t realize it because they are blinded by the fact that I tend to try to stay collected, but life isn’t all rainbows and butterflies over here. This is one of the hardest times of my life. There are days where I just want to sink into a ball and no longer exist…but what good would that do? There is too much to be done. I get asked all the time “How do you do it?” the truth is I stay pretty exhausted…sometimes I break down but most of the time I am just too damn proud to take a break. Life doesn’t care what you have going on and its sure as hell not going to slow down, not even for a second. But, I will not wallow in self pity; that just isn’t me. I hate seeing other people do it…especially when its things they have brought upon themselves or don’t try to change things. Even though it’s a hard pill to swallow, 80% of our problems are caused and festered by ourselves. I will take responsibility for my exhaustion…my stress over more personal things and any resentment I hold towards others. The only person who can fix those things is me. But, alas, there is light at the end of my tunnel…this is how I really do it all…. 


Today I am thankful for support. I am thankful to have someone who pushes me to do more, who picks me up when I am down, and who holds my hand when I am too scared to take a step forward. I am thankful that I have someone who understands me, who knows what to say when I need it and who makes every wrong seem like it’s a right in progress. I am thankful I have someone who instead of criticizing me when I have a bad day, finds humor in my frustrations and reminds me how things aren’t really that bad and give me every ounce of his patience. I am thankful for a man who has never said a cross word to me, even when I have deserved it. I am thankful for a partner that stands beside me and rescues me when I am in need. I am thankful to have someone who appreciates me and goes out of his way every single day to make sure I know it, even if with just a small gesture. I am thankful to have someone who picked me up from rock bottom and reminded me what it felt like to really live, to be myself. I am thankful to have someone who can tolerate my ridiculousness, my controlling nature and my overly competitive personality...I am thankful to have someone who loves those things, even if they are flaws. I am thankful that I don’t go one day without being told I’m beautiful, and more than that, I’m thankful that he makes me feel that way even when I’m at my worst. I am thankful to have someone I can talk to about anything and everything…to be with someone who is legitimately my best friend. I am thankful that he can bring a smile to my face even when my eyes are welling with tears and he can bring a laugh to my chest when I want nothing more than to scream out with frustration. I am thankful I found someone who all around completes me, accepts me, and more importantly loves me for all that I am and all that I’m not. I am thankful to have someone who sees more in me than I ever saw myself, who thinks I’m worth it. 
 
He, is how I do it. So, I will lift up my heavy head and I will smile with appreciation…because I am enough, I have enough and I do enough…even if there are times when I feel like that is all but true. I know that frustration is temporary and that being able to handle things is a choice, you either choose to be strong or you choose to run away from your problems and hide behind excuses and self pity. Don’t be that person; take responsibility. Today, I will try something new…every time I have a negative thought come to my head I will write it in ink on a piece of paper and then, with every ounce of stubbornness I have, I will tear it up and throw it in the trash. There is no problem that is worth stopping life for…nothing worth wasting time sulking for, nothing that cannot be overcome. I will be strong, I have so many reasons to be…and I will not let life pass me by as I sit counting all the things that are wrong…after all, I am just now learning to live again, and God, it is absolutely wonderful



As are all things in my life, with strength and
With Love From Betty. 

Even the Darkest Cloud Has a Silver Lining....

9:33 AM



Today I am thankful for clarity. I am thankful for new beginnings and I am thankful for promise. Today, my heart is heavy, but alas, I am thankful.

 
If there is anything in life that drags me to rock bottom, hands down, it is pessimism. I have gotten so used to listening to the things that won’t happen or the terrible things that probably will that I forgot what it was like to live life without worry. It was always something…money, trust, every little thing that could go wrong. And then, I changed. My life changed. I was reminded what life was really about, I opened my eyes to the beautiful world around me and for the first time in years things were okay. Sweating the small stuff is something I rarely do anymore and I can honestly say it has completely changed me. I can’t remember the last time I actually felt like me; until now. I am so, so very thankful that God gave me a second chance…that my life did not stay on the same miserable path. I know things going forward are not going to be easy, but I also know that things will inevitably be okay. I am such a hard headed and stubborn person...I would like to say I am working on that, but, realistically it’s just part of who I am…and I am okay with that. It’s a quirk…and I know that someone out there probably smiles at it. I love that, you have no idea how much it warms me so. 


Our yesterdays do not have to be our tomorrows; you can change everything today. So today, my friends, I take an official step forward in my life. Today, I will count the things I am a thankful for and I will know in my heart just how blessed I am. I will let go of the pain that tends to stay tucked away just out of sight and I will know that each little stepping stone in the path of life had a reason. Today, I know that the change that I have been longing for so badly is right at my door step. I will no longer be tied down to things that bring me worry and fret, instead I will live knowing just how lucky I am and I will be happy with the fruits which life has presented me. I will be more thankful for my family, for my children and their health, for the ability to be able to work hard for the things I want, for a business that (God willing) is promising and makes me incredibly happy, and, I am thankful for love. 


If you stop and really, really think about it…life isn’t that bad. There is always someone out there who has it worse. If we spend all of our time focusing on what is wrong or what could go wrong we miss enjoying all the things that are right. We get so caught up in the stresses of life that we don’t allow ourselves the chance to enjoy life’s little wonders. So, take a stand for yourself today….go out and enjoy things. Breathe the fresh air, spend time with your children and see their wonderful little smiles and laughs and thank God for that, because one day you will miss it… Today, think about all the rights and then remind yourself that instead of being defined by your failures you are in fact defined by your ability to overcome them and have little victories. Today, be thankful for LIFE.

All that I am is
With Love From Betty

Confessions of a Working Mom.

10:02 AM


Today I am thankful for smiles and laughs. I am thankful for little hands and little feet, for mornings cuddled up in bed and dinners that include dress up. Today, just like every day, I am thankful for my children.



This week has been far too long and quiet. A house that is usually turned upside down with toys every which way and full of noise, has been neat and silent. I absolutely hate it. Waking up in the mornings no longer included sleepy little eyes and mismatched clothes, instead they were calm and collected and I even had enough time to put on makeup prior to leisurely gliding out the door; dare I even say running early. There was no need to rush home and get dinner started…or picked up… and I didn’t have to wake up at night to fix a bottle or tuck anyone back in. I didn’t enjoy any of it. I missed sleepy eyes and hearing “Mommy can we get tacos” at 6 in the morning. I missed the laughter and sound of feet slapping against the hard wood floor. How was I ever supposed to make dinner without my little helper there to hand me ingredients? Aaron and I have talked before casually about if we could go back and do it all again would we wait longer to have children…..this week confirms that I was right when I looked at him and told him it was blasphemous, I would absolutely not change a thing. I don’t care if it’s the same kids just 5 years later, I wouldn’t be the same person because those children have shaped me as a woman and as a Mother. I am me, because I learn from them. All of this time away missing them has led me to do some thinking… I read stories every single day that make me want to just leave work and go hug my children. There is so much bad in this world and I just want to keep them close and safe…I realize this is a normal crazy Mom thing but at times it’s a bit of an overwhelming feeling. Now, I am not a perfect parent, I wish I spent more time with my children and could work less, I wish I didn’t get frustrated on occasions, and Lord help me, I could most definitely use some more patience, but what is important is that those kids are my life and they will never go a day without knowing that. When I became a parent my goal was simple: I wanted a happy child. I didn’t care what I had to do, as long as that baby girl was provided for, happy and healthy. We wanted a safe car for her to ride in, clean clothes for her to wear, food for her to eat and a roof over her head with space of her own. We gave up a lot to give her those things…we gave up our dreams to make sure that she could have dreams of her own. Becoming a Mother has been my greatest accomplishment in life, I have been blessed with two absolutely wonderful children and I am beyond grateful for their health and that we are able to provide a pretty decent life for them. So, this week while they were away I started thinking about the things that I don’t really appreciate until I realize they are no longer something that I get every day and I thought I’d share a bit of wisdom from a child-sick Mommy.

I know what it’s like to be busy, I am a Mother who works full time for a corporation and it pretty much consumes my life and on top of that I am working on running my own business…which I feel like runs the other half of my life and then of course there is a Husband in the picture and a house that has to be cared for, yard and herd of family pets included. I literally don’t stop moving from the moment I get out of bed. So, I know what it’s like to come home exhausted. Sometimes when you get home you just want a little silence, but there’s this little creature there waiting for you that wants nothing but to be as loud and obnoxious as possible and cling to your dress….generally that really makes me think I should just make a glass of wine part of my daily ritual but in hindsight, I should really be elated that my kids want anything to do with me. They are little, they have no idea what you deal with at work all day and frankly they don’t care, all they know is that they waited all day JUST FOR YOU TO GET HOME. You are the best part of their day, how special is that? It took a while for this to sink in with me but as soon as I realized it my whole attitude changed. You want to play ponies? Alright, I won’t even take my heels off! You want to help me cook or clean? ABSOLUTELY! You only get one chance when it comes to parenting a child (however, multiple children = testing out a variety of methods) but, it’s important to just do it right the first time. Right is a broad term for sure, if your kids grow up to not end up in Jail, then you did okay. I also learned that as much as I love my free time, time with them is more valuable than anything. It’s priceless; you’re making memories and teaching the values of family. I am bad about “well I worked all week and I really just need a break” Realistically what I need is to suck it up. Make time for family. That right there is a golden statement. Life makes a habit of passing us by. I can’t remember the last time I talked to someone many-a-years older than myself and they didn’t have something they wanted to go back and do differently. They wished they’d spent more time with their families, MADE time. Been a better partner to a spouse and a better friend. It seems to be a pattern really, so why not change it now? Life is not written in stone and there isn’t a guide we must follow, how we choose to live is our own decision. So why not start living today in a way that tomorrow will thank you for? Make time for your kids, put yourself in their shoes, love constantly and unconditionally. Make today a day that tomorrow can look back and smile on, time is never promised and banking on second chances is just as risky. Put the computer down, turn the cell phone off and pick up your babies, they won’t be like this forever.

As Always,
With Love From Betty

If You Fall Get Back on Again, Cowgirls Don't Cry.

9:17 AM

Today, I am thankful for mirrors. That is something rather strange to be thankful for I'm sure but none the less, I have a reason. When you look into a mirror you get to see yourself through your own eyes...you notice every imperfection, every line and every blemish. Beyond the surface, you can see you as a person, your character shines through. That is what I am thankful for. I can look in a mirror and glance at myself and whether there is a smile on my face or my cheeks are damp with tears, I see Kayla. I see strength, I see love, I see happiness, I see loss, I see confidence and I see a hint of fear..sometimes I see my mother. In the end, what is staring right back from that glass is simply me.


Now, I have mulled over in my head a million times how to express my feelings right now. How scared I get....but, also, how happy I am. I have thought about the long apology I feel like I owe so many people and then I have thought about the fact that I don't really owe anyone anything. Because my life is mine, just like your life is yours. Not everyone is going to agree with the choices you make...just like people don't agree with the choices that I make. But, the truth is the only person that matters when it comes to acceptance is you. This is your life. When you're stuck in front of those 2 mystery doors and you don't know which one to pick and the crowd behind you is screaming "door number two, door number two!", remember, you are the one walking away with that prize, not the crowd. So when you open the door and there's simply a microwave and the dream vacation was behind door number one, the crowd will just mumble that it sucks, and here you are...a new totally useless microwave in hand and everyone else is going back about their lives forgetting that you ever even had a decision to make. Be the Wayfarer of your own life, take each step with grace and confidence. The path may be lined with people whom you'll pass by, and although they may have good intentions you will eventually bid them farewell and your journey will once again find you on your own and those people will no longer be by your side. In the end, you control your destiny, you walk the path of your life alone, so each decision you make, you make for yourself. This does not mean that one should be selfish with decisions but simply means that at some point you are going to have to hold your head up high and stop reaching for a hand or waiting for someone to nudge you. Life is not going to wait around for you to decide to live it, you must take a step on your own and breathe in the fresh air which is the peace you'll find when you let go of all the things everyone else expects and wants from you; make yourself happy first. It took me a long time to learn this. I can sit there and give everyone else advice on life but when it comes to taking my own advice, I am quite stubborn and hard headed. Finally, one day I had enough. I don't care what you think of me...to a certain extent of course. I have been called names. I have been put down. I have been told that I am absolutely worthless. I have watched dreams pass me by because I was too scared to try something new or to take a chance. I have lost friends and I have struggled with family. I spent months second guessing myself, wanting to do it all over, to do it different. But after the dust settled and I finally hit rock bottom, I found the strength to stand up. I dusted my hands off and looked around. I was alone. Just me, a mirror and an envelope from Betty.

Inside the white envelope, folded oh so neatly were poems printed on decorative paper. These were papers that I had seen years before as I lay in bed with her and she read them to me. Her poetry was typed upon them, it was a part of her right there in my hands. Her words were gracing my eyes and it was like she was there, with her arms around me telling me that it was going to be okay. In that moment, in her inner thoughts and struggles, I found strength. In that moment I knew that I could not hold on to something that hurt me so badly. I would not be a chained bird...I would not hurt like my Mother did. Of course I feel as if I am letting myself down, letting my family down and most of all letting my children down...but you are not in my heels, you do not know the emptiness I felt, the pain that I had to fight back each and every day. Am I perfect? No. Have I messed up and made decisions that are less than exemplary? Yes, I'm simply human. Do I accept my part in the terrible things that happened? Of course I do. Am I going to put myself through pain and agony to pacify the ideals of the outside world? Hell no, I'm not. I lost myself for a while...I lost my confidence. I lost everything that made me "Me". That night, I found myself. I looked in the mirror and I saw determination. I saw a Mother who wants her children to grow up knowing what love is, not thinking that people only have to tolerate each other. I saw a Woman who wanted more for herself, who knew she was worth being appreciated. I saw character, I saw potential. I saw the things in myself that everyone should find inside of them. I did not make excuses for the things that I cannot change I simply looked at the things that in the future I can do differently. I looked at the parts of myself that I was less than pleased with and said, "You know what, its not too late to change, it is not too late to fix it...to find someone worth fixing it for." So, you can think what you'd like, I'm not trying to change anyone's view on me or anything else, but I will tell you something that whether you like it or not, is true:

              I am not a bad person. I am a compassionate person. I would give the shirt off of my back to help someone I didn't even know out, my heart genuinely aches for others, I cry more about other peoples misfortunes than is probably socially acceptable. I realize all of these things about myself because I strive to be the person that I want to be. I want to help, I want to make a difference; even if its a small one. I have hurt people in my past, but that was never my intention and if you weren't there then you really know little about the complete set of events. I've taken nothing from anyone, everything I have, every little thing I do well, is not because someone handed me talent or handed me money, it is because I work for it, I have a vision and I make that real. So you can hate me all you want for made up reasons, but the truth is, I am just being me. I have no ulterior motives and contrary to popular belief life is not a competition. In the end we all die and if we spend time concerning ourselves with the things that we don't have...or even the way things ended...then we let life pass us by, we let our own happiness pass us by.

So I end this with one more thing I am thankful for. I am thankful for my Mother's poetry. I am thankful for her ability even years after her body has gone to be able to, for a single second, love me through her writing. To encourage me and give me strength through her words. To even after death, be everything about a Mother that I strive to be. I love you, Mom, and I will never forget how wonderful you were, and still are in my heart. I will always remember how much you love me and that even when I can't feel you or smell your hair, you are always right here with me...in my thoughts and in my writing.


With Love, From Betty.

A Story About Betty.

8:41 AM


I received a phone call last week and on the other end was my cousin. She had an assignment due for school and needed a family member to write a memory they had of the family; she wanted me to write about my mother. I wrote it yesterday evening with teary eyes and a smile on my face and I thought it was worthy of sharing on a blog dedicated to her, so here it is:

There were miles of open road ahead of us, and nothing but memories in the rear view mirror. The Drive from Texas to Mississippi was generally so long and monotonous, but this trip was different, it is a trip that is forever etched in my heart and written with nostalgia. I can still remember the sounds of laughter that filled the car as we passed big rig trucks, video camera in hand, catching everything from angry faces to more amiable smiles. My mother and I joked that we would probably need to re-watch the video later as we were certain that some of these men could have come straight off of America’s Most Wanted. Those are the things that looking back now I ache for the most; to see her smile and hear her voice, to feel so complacent and lost in conversation. Our trip eventually led us back through Louisiana where we stopped to meet with her Aunt and Uncle which she hadn’t seen for several years. I could hear the surprise in her voice as they informed her that another person would be joining us for lunch that day. When she hung up the phone she told me that this gentleman was one who apparently courted her when she was about my age, she didn’t remember much special about the relationship other than they kissed in his pickup truck one late summer evening. That was just one of those things about her, she could stick to you like glue; it had been years yet here this man was just looking for a glimpse in the past, for a chance to see her again. I can relate to him now. The few minutes before we got to the restaurant we joked about how “Mr. High school” was going to look. We naturally assumed he was going to be a, “buck toothed, gun toting, redneck hillbilly that wouldn’t have the common sense God gave to a grasshopper”. We went on and on about how hilarious this guy was going to look and we couldn’t stop laughing about our expectations for her old flame.  We pulled up in the parking lot of the Cracker Barrel that day and I will never forget the look on my Mother’s face as we walked up to the small group of people and Mr. High school turned around to greet us. He was absolutely stunning. He had a big pretty smile and a voice with a southern drawl that could all but melt my own heart at sixteen. As we set down for lunch they chatted away like long lost best friends and in an hour they got through 15 years of lost time. His eyes were locked on her the whole time, taking in every moment as if he was going to rewrite it later and perhaps add a chapter to a book that had long been put away and was in need of a good dusting. When lunch drew to a close we said our goodbyes and she gave him an embracing hug. Once again he watched her walk out of his life, at the time there was still hopes of “until next time”. I don’t know if he ever got a next time but I do know that anyone who can have someone so wrapped around their fingers so many years later is a very, very special person. We drove away that day with another story to tell and something to laugh about, we had been so presumptuous about a man she vaguely remembered and he turned out to be a total catch. Two paths that had been crossed so long ago, met once more and so effortlessly got a young girls mind racing back to the childhood basics of happy endings.  It is a memory that gives me butterflies and reminds me what a wonderful woman my mother was and also keeps a little romantic spark in my heart alive, after all those years, he was still so in love with her.


Always and Completely,
With Love From Betty.

With Love From Kayla.

12:26 PM




Today I am thankful for memories. I am thankful for moments that can live forever via a picture or video, I am thankful for words which are carved in my heart. I am thankful for the bond a parent has with a child, timeless and indescribable. Today I am thankful for my Mother, Betty.

2 years ago at this exact moment, my life was fine. It was a Saturday. I was contemplating going to a car show downtown but couldn’t quite decide. I had dinner plans that evening with my in-laws at a restaurant I was excited to try.  I remember calling to see if my book of wedding pictures was ready to be picked up yet – I had been married for 2 weeks and 1 day. At 12:30 p.m. on January 30, 2010 life was as it had been, my Mother and Father were 10 minutes down the road and all was well. 6 hours later however, I was sitting in a cold empty room right inside the emergency wing of the hospital waiting for a doctor to come in and speak to us. My Father was babbling incoherently and I was simply numb. His words fell upon deaf ears; I couldn’t begin to tell you the thoughts that were running through my head. Those 5 minutes felt like a lifetime. A nurse accompanied a doctor into the room and they asked questions, God there were so many questions. Not once was I informed of her current state, it was just implied. I was to assume my Mother didn’t make it. That was probably the worst part, I just wanted him to say it, to tell me that she was gone, that he was sitting here badgering us about the days events because she hadn’t made it. Instead he calmly asked me if I had picked out a funeral home. This was an everyday thing for him, it’s the circle of life, people are born in that hospital everyday and sadly people die in that same hospital. To him, this was a normal evening; I will never understand the lack of compassion coming from that room. This was not standard to me, this was my Mother, the woman I had depended on for 19 years, the woman that 3 days earlier I was kissing goodbye as I pulled out of her driveway. What funeral home had I picked?! What kind of question is that in this situation?! I had to fight back the urge to inform him that I didn’t know because I hadn’t exactly brought my bag of funeral home brochures he seemed to think I had lying around. I answered all of his questions, I signed all of the papers, calmly and quietly – and then I had to make the phone calls. Out of the whole ordeal that was the worst part, calling her Sister…so far away, and all I could do was try to say it as easy as possible. There’s just no breaking that fall though. My heart ached, I had just lost a huge part of me but all I wanted to do was make everyone else okay. I didn’t want my brother to hurt; I didn’t want my Dad to be alone. I wanted to hug my best friend, to hear her tell me it was going to be okay. January 30, 2010 is not a blur to me as I wish it was. I remember every second. From the moment I got the phone call until Amber left after coming over at 1 a.m. because I just couldn’t sleep. I remember the calls from the Medical Examiner. Sometimes I wish I could forget…just forget the whole ordeal. I even pretend that she’s still a phone call away…just one left turn over the tracks. That she’s laying in bed watching Court TV and that if I wanted I could curl up next to her. It really is hard to lose a parent, I had always thought about what it would be like, I knew it would hurt but until it happens you really don’t know just how much it hurts. That day, I became an adult. There was no more uncertainty in my decisions; there was no more having someone there to hold my hand. It was now my turn to be her, to comfort my brother, to make sure my father was okay…to take care of me. At her funeral, I got up and spoke. My family had mixed feelings about it, they thought it would be too hard on me…my Father thought I wasn’t grieving. It wasn’t hard, but it did hurt to stand in front of a room full of puffy red eyes and broken hearts knowing that everyone there was patiently waiting for me to speak…for me to break down. I didn’t. I was solid as a rock. My message was short and it was clear: Always let someone know how much you love them and how much you care. It was simple…perhaps even worthy of a smile. I knew my Mother loved me, that she was proud of me and I wanted to make sure everyone in that room knew how important it is to share things with the ones you love because even though she was gone and it hurt, I had that peace in my heart and it will be with me forever. So again I leave you with this, never assume someone knows how you feel, tell them every chance you get because you never know what’s going to happen. You’re going to get angry at each other, but don’t stay that way, life is too short to sweat the small stuff. Say I love you every time you part; tell someone you’re proud of them, that you’re lucky to have them in your life. It may seem silly but in the end it really does mean the world. Tomorrows are never promised so always make the best of today and count your blessings because you are so, so lucky to have time with the ones you love. Do me a favor: never take your parents for granted. If I could go back and do it all over I would be angry less and I would love more.  I would take more pictures, invite her over for dinner more often…make her cakes on her birthday, hug her every time she was within arm’s reach. I would tell her how much I loved her and needed her…how much she meant to me and how lucky I was to have her as my Mother. I can’t go back…but that doesn’t mean you can’t start.

To My Mommy,
With Love From Kayla

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