She was on my mind since days ago, when I resurfaced from my work coma and realized Mother’s Day was coming up. While caring for my own son, who recently fell ill I couldn’t help but replay times I was with her in my head.
One of those times, one of the few times she actually drove, we had a blast as we set out on our journey to my old home.
This song that I couldn’t find for the longest time was playing. Last week I stumbled upon it on YouTube:
It was the most fun we had laughing and giggling for a moment in time. I miss her.
Flowers often remind me of her for personal reasons. So whenever you see florals in my art, chances are she may have something to do with it.
Life has shifted to a point where I finally feel like I’d be making her proud. Growing up, she was one of the only people besides a cousin that ever supported my passions from day one.
She didn’t live long enough to see me get to this point. Yet somehow, I know she’d be my biggest fan. She always was.
She didn’t live long enough to see me become a mother myself. Yet somehow, I know she would love my son unconditionally.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself and ask “Is this really my job? Do I really have most of what I wanted in life? Yet somehow, even with that happiness and sense of achievement, on days like this, I just miss her. It’s a slap of reality that I am a young woman and yet most of my friends and family are dead. I’m determined to honor them. Each time use my hands and mind in unison to create arts in this world, I will honor them.
Nothing’s gonna break our stride, Mom. Nothing ever will.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there.