Oh, my mama. The things that she's been through over the last few years breaks my heart but at the same time makes me grateful that God made her so tough.
I guess it takes a strong women to move to this country with two kids not knowing a lick of English, working odd jobs but always, ALWAYS being there for every game, concert, school function. I will always remember seeing her in crowds looking at me with such pride, the same way I look at my girls.
We didn't start "living the good life" until I graduated high school. And by "living the good life" I mean not having to worry about bills and finally buying her dream house. The house she always wanted for her grandbabies.
And then all of a sudden, the life she knew (or thought she knew) was taken away. Just like that. At the age of 60 mama got herself a full time job and got herself back in school to make a life for herself. And I could not be more proud of the woman she is.
I think of all the times she supported her family growing up, taking taxis with us to school, watching them repossess our beloved station wagon. Borrowing cars from coworkers to pick us up from basketball practice. Always telling us God had a plan and assuring us to the best of her ability that it would all be ok.
And she was always right.
And while I wish with every ounce of my being I could make it better for her, the woman appreciates everyday she is given. Everyday she gets to spend my girls is a perfect day. The same woman who would do everything for her family is now that same grandmother.
And for that, it feels like we all won the lottery.
Happy Mother's Day mama, you are so loved by all of us!!