To My Aunt Who Was More Like My Second Mom

My Aunt Never Had Children, But She Still Stepped Up To Be My 'Second Momma' When I Needed Her

You treated me as your own.

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My Aunt Diane is one of the most hardworking, diligent, beautiful, and most inspiring women I believe the world has to offer.

She has faced several challenges throughout her years, and she has never let her challenges define her. She works long days and long nights, and although she truly doesn't make that much money, you would never tell a difference in her happiness. She works hard for every single dime she makes, and she is always willing to go above and beyond for those she loves and she has truly proven that to me.

My aunt hasn't always had it easy, and I believe the inability to produce her own children must have been one of the hardest things she has ever dealt with, which is heartbreaking because of how badly she wanted her own. Despite this heartbreaking problem, she was a motherly figure for me and a dang good one at that.

When my parents separated, the judge ruled them both unfit to raise me because of the arguing and other issues they were having. To save my brother and me from being placed in foster care, my aunt took us in. She was not thoroughly prepared to take on this challenge because raising two kids isn't cheap, but she took us in, anyway.

She has not only given me the best years, but she has permanently left a mark on me that I will hold onto forever.

She bought us as much as she could, she took us to fun places, she gave us a hot meal every day, she dressed us in nice clothes, and she raised two children who weren't her own, but you would never have known the difference.

My aunt willingly took us in to raise us, and she didn't care about her financial or personal situation. She gave us the best few years, and I will be forever grateful for her. She had us for about two years. I was pretty young, but I know she made us feel loved and protected and I loved living with her.

After the two years, my dad gained full custody of my brother and me again, and he did step up to the job of raising us. Trust me, I give him all the credit he deserves for turning his life around, but it's only fair that my aunt gets credit to for everything she did for us.

It was heartbreaking for us to leave and it was heartbreaking for my aunt to let go, but she stayed strong. She always came to visit, and she never missed a holiday. She was always there. She took us on trips and made sure that we still knew how much we loved her, even if we weren't living with her anymore.

My aunt is not only my mom's sister, she's not just my grandma's daughter, and she's just not your average aunt. My aunt is my heart in human form. My aunt has had such a rollercoaster ride of a life, due to so many obstacles she faced during her years, and I can not do anything but praise her for who she is today because she got her on her own she made it happen on her own.

My aunt is truly one of the most special people in my life, who I have grown to look at as my second mother. She may not have birthed me, but she was an attendant in my life as often as she could be. She stepped up when my parents could not, and she gave me the best life she could and I have her to thank for who I am today. Her drive is unbelievable and she will steal your heart as she has forever stolen mine.

To this day, I consider my aunt so much more than just my aunt. I am so inspired by her, and I love her to the end of time. I can go to her with anything, and she will listen she won't judge she helps me supports me and never fails to remind me how beautiful or proud of me she is and she has no clue how much those words really mean to me. She is my best friend, my second momma, my everything. I love my Aunt Diane, forever and always, and I truly thank her for being such a special impact on my earlier years and life today.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.
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Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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True Tales Of Growing Up In A BIG Family

Spoiler alert, I get tackled a lot.

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I was born into a fairly large family. I have upwards of twenty-something first cousins, many of who are around the same age as me. It has honestly been both a blessing and a curse to have so many people around me all the time. Some of my favorite memories come from family gatherings where all of my cousins were there. However, since most of my cousins are male, there has also been a lot of physical violence where people get hurt, even if the intentions were innocent. I have so many stories about my family, some of which I won't share here because they are a little bit inappropriate, but others are too good not to share.

The first story I want to share is from this past Easter. Most of my cousins on my Dad's side were at my Papa's house celebrating the holiday. There was so much food we could probably feed a small army. Some of the older cousins decided that we were going to play a game of whiffle ball. All of the cousins who were playing were at least sixteen and some of them were much older. Many of us had or are playing sports in High School or College so this game of whiffle ball got extremely competitive very fast. I ended up being the Umpire/pitcher because I played softball for so long. The game ended with my brothers winning and my other cousins upset that they lost, but it was still one of the memories I will cherish the most even though I definitely threw out my shoulder pitching.

I can remember playing a game of football on Thanksgiving when I was young (maybe five or six). This game, not unlike the whiffle ball game we played at Easter, got super competitive super fast to the point where even I, as a six-year-old, was being pushed and tackled to the ground by much older boys. I honestly can't remember much about that game, maybe I got hit in the head too much, but I do remember having so much fun playing with my cousins.

I've been on a cruise two times in my life, both times with my extended family. One cruise was to Mexico when I was very little. What I remember about that cruise was getting extremely sea sick and that the cleaning staff would make towel monkey on our beds. The cruise was to Alaska when I was a lot older, I think I was fifteen. Since I and my cousins were much older on that cruise, we caused a lot more trouble and were able to get away with it. Every night we would go to the pool and swim. Then, we would go to the buffet and only eat pineapples and mac and cheese. We, also, may have or may not have gone into a bar to sing karaoke. While the cruise was fun, I wouldn't have had such a great time if I wasn't with my family.

While sometimes they can be a pain, having so much family has taught me a lot about communication and playing right. Again, I only have scratched the surface here in regards to the plentiful stories I have, many of which are so much funnier. I love my family so much and I would never trade that in for the world.

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