Momma

So, this is most likely the last blog that I’ll ever write, as this is the last blog that I am asked to write for my class. I want to make this the realest one I have written and leave my readers with an everlasting message. I thought and thought all week long on what I should end my blogging legacy with, and to tell the truth, I barely decided what I was going to be writing about a few short hours ago.

As today was Mother’s Day, I got up and made my momma breakfast, like I have for like the last five years. I know she appreciates that, but it’s not just doing things like that, that makes her love me. She’ll love me forever and ever, no matter what.  Because of the things I do, the things I don’t, and for just being me.

They love you before they even meet you, from the moment they know you are growing inside their bellies. Mothers love their little babies so much that they would give their life for them before they have even met them. They go through hours and hours of painful contractions and a tiresome labor. Then once they hold you in their arms and they look into your eyes they vow right then and there to be there and protect you from anything this harsh world tries to throw at you. 

They have years of sleepless nights; they are peed, pooped and vomited on. They will rub your belly until you feel better, rub your head and stroke your hair until you fall asleep. Sing you your favorite song over and over every night. Watch the same annoying shows and read the same stories over and over just to see you smile and hear your little laugh.  Moms put their needs second to their child’s. You come first in all aspects. Moms will work all day and still come home and cook and clean for their children. They will be exhausted and have their own homework to do and still help their child with theirs. Mothers do their best to teach you values and morals and to stand up for injustice. They try to give you everything they never had and teach you things they never learned. All in all, to a mother, her child is more important to her than the air that she breaths.

                That’s my mom. That’s a mother’s love. So let me ask this, if you have a loving mother, why don’t you treat her like you owe her your life? Because you do. Any chance I get, I’m helping my mom. Whether it’s with dishes, watching the little monsters, or making dinner, I help her every single chance I get. I know how much she loves me and what she’d do for me, so helping out every now and then is the least I can do to repay her.

                So why are there people that treat their mother horrible? Do they not know what I know? Do you know how much your mother loves you? I really don’t get how you can deliberately disrespect your mom. Remember this, don’t you ever forget it, even if your mom doesn’t make it clear that she feels the way I described towards you, she does. Always do whatever you can to help your mom out, no matter how small, it means a lot to her. Happy Mother’s Day, now go and love your mom like she loves you. If that’s even possible.