Today is my mom’s 57th birthday! She was born thirty years, twelve hours, and one minute before me, and I am so grateful that of all the moms in the world, she is mine.
Families are weird. DNA and experiences tie you together in a messy ball of weaknesses and strengths. Although I have inherited my mom’s insecurity and self-doubt, I have also inherited her gentleness and kindness. I admit that at times I have resented my mother for being human, but I am learning to be grateful for the ways she has shown grace and courage in being my parent. Continue reading