It is not often that a young man has the opportunity to be whoever he wants to be and have the full support of his parents. It is rarer still when one’s mother is patient and allows imagination to flourish.
My Mommy is the best. Yes, I still say mommy because honestly she will always be my mommy. I’ll always be her baby as she is known to often say. I don’t say mommy because I am immature or because I need “mommy” I say it because I want her to know I still love her like a little kid loves his mommy. There is an unconditional, unalienable love that will always stem from my heart as a son to his mommy.
I learned to read early because my mommy read to me every night. She encouraged my imagination and taught me how to show love to others. My mommy taught me when to unleash my inner beast to ensure no one walked over me, but she also taught me how to be compassionate and understanding. While my father taught me to respect and how to fight for what’s yours, my mommy taught me how to keep what I’d fought for. She taught me that sometimes we make mistakes, sometimes we have to say we’re sorry, and sometimes you have to let go.
My mommy taught me that if you chose something you love to do, you’ll never work a day in your life. My mommy let my imagination go, hers too, hehe. Most of all, my mommy taught me how to show love to my wife and welcomed my wife with open arms into the family. My mommy is the best mommy in the world. Until next time folks.
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