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Momma's Day


Mother's Day  used to be my favorite holiday.
I used to wake up early and make my mom breakfast in bed: Strawberry pancakes, eggs, and orange juice.

I'd go into my mom's room while she was still sleeping and wake up to give her her treat.

It made me so happy to see her wake up and smile.

Mother's day today is a sad one. For one, because my mom and I aren't really on speaking terms, and for two, my step-kids won't be here because they will be celebrating it with their momma.
I don't know if you know this but being a step-mom on mother's day feels so disheartening. It's been almost five years....and I still can't spend time with them on Momma's Day. And I don't know if that's me being selfish, but it's just how I feel. Oh well.

I called my grandma this morning to tell her happy momma's day and I really miss her so much. She's up in Washington all by herself. And I want so badly to be there with her to help her pull the weeds in the garden and do something special for her. Make her not feel so alone all the time.
If I could get in the car with David and go up there, I would. In a heartbeat.

I wish mother's day felt good again. I wish I was able to hug my step-kids and tell them how much I love them. I'm trying not to be so down right now, I just have a lot of my mind. The past three days have been hard. Well really, the past couple months have been hard.

Anyway, to all you beautiful, wonderful, momma's out there, I hope you have an amazing and happy momma's day <3 Don't forget to tell your kids how much you love and appreciate them, and that you respect them...for they are the ones who helped you to become the momma you are <3

I love you all!

Much Love,


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