A Mother’s Day Note


It’s crazy how people always find the time to post about personal achievements and late crazy nights with friends, but when it comes to family nothing— and that got me thinking. I can’t recall the last time I myself have publicly made it clear how much I cherish my mother. I know she’d appreciate it; therefore, Mom this is for you.


Dear Mom,

First and foremost, I just wanted to say that I love you. I understand that I may not say it often and that ever since I went away to college I haven’t been home nearly enough, but I do love and miss you. I remember how just the other day before a tough final exam I caught myself stressing. That’s when I thought “What would stress expert Dr. Tiffany Lowe- Payne tell me right now?” You’d probably reassure me that everything would be fine, after hitting me for not studying enough the night before. Knowing you always have my back and support me unconditionally is probably why I ended up getting a 102% on that test. So thanks mom.

You truly are the strongest person in my life. It takes a special woman to have a baby in college AND STILL have the courage to go and graduate from medical school despite people telling you that it was impossible. It’s because of this strength I am confident that even in the darkest of times your heart and spirit will guide you back into the light. You’re a Diamond and please don’t let anyone or anything tell you different.

And that brings me to my last point which is that I truly am sorry. I’m sorry for all the times we fought when I was growing up. I’m sorry for all the mistakes I’ve made, which includes how when I was younger, I had the habit of wandering off whenever we were in public — I know that probably gave you a heart attack every time. I’m sorry for all the times I may have said something that hurt you, or even caused late night tears. The truth is since I was little I’ve looked up to you — which is probably why a sense of comfort comes over me whenever I see your picture and name on my phone when you call.

It’s not easy raising two black children in this era and Jordan and myself are thankful for you in every way each and every day.

I already told Grandma this morning that she’ll be the first to ride in my future Lamborghini, but when I make it trust me when I say I got you Ma.

I love you, and Happy Mother’s Day.

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