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I Had Kids Way Before I Became A Mother
It really wasn't all about me
This Mother’s Day is particularly poignant for me. At the end of this month, my oldest child turns 35. I’ve been a mother for almost 35 years! The very thought boggles the mind.
For many of those years, I didn’t feel like a mother. I was more of a Mommy. I loved my children and did the best I could for them. I still do. I worked 3 jobs, I went without. I taught them to read and write, and how to be decent humans.
I did everything in my power to love and encourage them.
When my oldest showed a talent for rap music, I bought him his very first microphone and allowed him to set up a mini studio in his bedroom.
When my middle son showed an interest in skateboarding, off we went to every park and competition I could reasonably drive to.
When the school treated them unfairly, Mama Bear was there with a vengeance, defending her young and terrifying teachers and administrators who dared cross my sweet babies.
There were countless ups and downs. The highs were high and the lows were low. Life with 3 boys was an odd mixed bag of awards, accolades and police visits.
Everything I did, I did for them. Even going back to school to get not just one, but two degrees…
