Appreciation of Moms and Gran-moms.

Moms are so beautiful, grand moms are so beautiful.

blood momma on the left, adopted momma on the right

Their skin is weathered, and starting to wrinkle and stretch yet you look at them and all you can see are their souls. Their worn, beautiful, rough at the edges, exceptionally strong souls. You see their strength and resilience. They are gorgeous within, and show beauty with age on the outward.

Gma Mary, my best friend/roommate.

They bore children, and we all know they struggle with us our entire lives, whether disciplining us or starting to feel distant from us. They doubt themselves. They fear they are not raising us right, they are too hard on themselves when all we are is thankful for how well they love us. And if we aren’t thankful, God kick some sense into our heads.

Linda, my cousin in Norway. An amazing mom and soon to be wife. Love her to pieces.

They go through so much for us. We disrespect them and yet they still love us, and feed us, and teach us and drive us places. We owe them the world and they still give us more. More than we could ever ask for.

this one has dad too, but I couldn’t skip it.

They catch us. From the time we are babies wobbling all over the place to the time when we are adults and should have things under control, but still don’t. They held us when they had to and they still hold us when we need them to.

Gma Viv. Love her & her great hair forever and always. 

And have I not even said how they don’t even need to be related to you by blood to do all these things for us? We all have mothers. But some mothers choose us, and we choose some mothers. Strong women in our lives, and my gosh all women are so strong, but the ones that love and care for us through all our faults. Those are the ones that should amaze us the most. The ones we should strive to be like.

Little sis and ma ’02

Me and ma ’16

The most beautiful, inside and out, no matter what the years have done.