Me and my Mama.
Mama, I can't believe you only had me when you were seventeen. You were just a baby.
I am 23-years-old and sometimes feel I can hardly take care of myself.
Mama, when I was seventeen I never thought I could ever make anything decent of myself. I never thought I was as beautiful or nearly as smart as the well off girls in school.
Mama, I am sorry for resenting you for never having graduated high school and not being able to help me with my homework. I want you to know I feel silly for ever letting myself think that way. I realize now I had to guide myself and I've become a stronger person because of it.
Mama, you've taught me that it doesn't matter how smart, or not smart a person is. You cannot teach them to be pure and genuine of heart. That is something that comes from within.
Mama, you had to grow up fast. But you did it with grace and dignity. You were never selfish. You never let us feel like we went with out even when we were at our poorest. You never left. You never succumbed to the temptations that could have facilitated in blurring the pain.
Mama, you left everything you knew in order to give me and brother a chance at life. You left a piece of yourself as well as a newly furnished apartment in Mazatlan, Mexico because you knew materialistic belongings paled in comparision to a chance at living a life full of opportunity.
Mama, I can't even begin to tell you how much I admire you for how brave of a thing that was for you to do.
Mama, I want you to know that you are the best mother I could ever have asked for and that I wouldn't change a thing about you.
Mama, someday I will be something grand, someone to admire, and I want you to know that I could have never done it with out you.
Mama, I love you.
Love your daughter.
