A note to the best mom in the world.

She's Not Just My Mom, She's So Much More

I wouldn't be the strong, independent woman and mother I am today without you in my life to guide me.


My mother is the most important person in my life other than my son and Fiancé. We have endured so many life events together, and she's always there when I need her. My mom is my greatest support, and I love her more than I could ever put into words.

She listens when I have problems. She's not only mom but also my counselor when I have issues that I can't bear myself.

We always have fun together no matter what we are doing. She's my best friend. We talk about things that normal mother-daughter relationships don't touch. I trust her with things that I wouldn't tell anyone else.

Yes, we may have disagreements but they never last long, we say our apologies and go back to being the best of friends.

My mother isn't like most moms. She's not uptight and a stick in the mud. She likes to have fun and always loves her children regardless of the trouble or hell they may put her through.

My mother has never turned me away, even when I got pregnant with my son. I thought she would be furious, but she wasn't. She was happy for me and excited that her family was growing.

She is kind hearted and loving and always does whatever she can to help someone in need.

She is never mean or unkind unless someone does or says something about her children then the Mama Bear instinct kicks in.

She may live over 900 miles away from me, but we never cease to be in touch with one another. My love for her knows no bounds. She has seen me through some of the roughest times in my life, and I couldn't be more grateful to her.

Hopefully, when I'm grown my son can say the same thing about me. I aspire to be just like her as a mother. Her big heart and love of family have blessed me so much throughout my life.

She just had a Birthday this week, and I wanted to honor her in a special way by letting the world know just how much I love her.

I wouldn't be the woman I am today if it wasn't for her. She has always told me that I could be whatever I set my mind to and that she believes in me.

As a child, I watched her struggle with her own battles of dealing with my sick father and raising children almost alone, but she always managed to see it through to the end and even in her worst times of doubting herself she still managed to make her family feel loved unconditionally.

My mother has always been my rock for support. She's always had my back and has never let me down. I couldn't ask for a better mom than her.

Mom, I hope that your birthday was a great one and that you got exactly what you desired and more. You are a beautiful, strong woman and I love you more than words would allow me to explain. Thank you for being the best mother you could be to me.

I wouldn't be the strong, independent woman and mother I am today without you in my life to guide me.

I love you, MOM!

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3 Reasons Why Step Dads Are Super Dads

They will do anything for you, literally.


I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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The Shape Of The Monster: Depression

The second piece in a series about mental illness.


The last thing I want to do is glorify mental illness, give it a platform, give it a name. But I need to talk about it, to work through it, to show that it's something many people experience.

It goes like this.

Hey! Sorry I haven't called you back. Everything has been so busy.

Every time I think about even picking up the phone and calling you, something heavy but familiar sets in my stomach like a weight.

You know how things get.

You know how easy it is to want to slip into absolute nothingness, right?

I've been trying to write, but my writer's block has been limiting me a lot.

Everything I write is so bad. The flow is off. It doesn't sound like me. It feels so crooked and wrong. I can't do anything right.

How are things? Has work been alright?

I hope you feel successful. I hope things are easier for you. I hope you are as happy as you seem.

I'm okay.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere. I feel crooked and wrong like I just want to scream and cry and dissolve.

I've just been so tired!

I have been tired for at least a decade. Tired of never sleeping. Tired of never feeling anything more than either absolute devastation and absolute nothingness. Tired. Tired. Tired.

I hope I can see you soon.

I hope I can bring myself to get out of bed and out into the world. I hope I can force myself to shower, and get dressed, and be a contributor to society, to social obligations.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I love you.

I love you.

I promise to call as soon as things lighten up a bit.

As long as the chemical imbalance doesn't destroy me altogether, hopefully, I can feign vague interest for a short phone call.


Goodbye for now, maybe goodbye forever, maybe I'll work up the courage to call you in another 2, 5, 7 weeks or so. My life is made of "maybes." Maybe one-day things will be better. Maybe one day I'll be happy. Maybe one day I won't be anything. Maybe.

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