Today in the village with Mom.
Life gave me my fair share of trauma really early on. Combine that with intelligence (that came from my mother), passion (thanks, Dad), and a solid teenage hormonal outrage at everything and nothing - Life with me has not always been easy.
Life with my family hasn’t always been easy. So, for as long as I can remember - My mother has put herself very last. And when I finally started to grow up enough to pull my head out of my angsty ass, my heart broke for her. Knowing that someone so intelligent, so passionate, so brilliant, is also so endlessly caring and loving that she’d do anything for her family - And her daughter.
As if she couldn’t have taught me any more about selflessness and generosity and taking care of those who matter to you - She made a huge transformation a little over a year ago. She made the most incredible, brave move to take her health and happiness into her own hands. Since then, I’ve seen her dance, shop, laugh, joke, socialize, let loose, and most importantly - smile. I’ve seen her smile more than I ever thought possible. And I’m blessed to see it.
She’s a testament to everything I hold dear. She knows that self love is the root of everything else and passed it on to me. She can hear in the sound of my voice and my brother’s voice when we need a little push or just an “I love you.” She gave me faith in myself and in others, even when I thought that was impossible.
If superheroes were real… Charlene Sears would be first on the list. And I could never be more thankful.
Happy Mother’s Day.