To The Moon And Back!

Ever since I was 4 years old I’ve know that my mom wasn’t my biological mom but I never thought much about it nor did I think it was weird. I clearly remember watching Cinderella for the first time when I was 6 and thinking to myself how lucky I was to have had a mom like her.

In fact, she way more than just a mom to me. She’s my best friend, she’s taught me so much. How to color, how to get over boys and she’s my main confidant. I mean she knows about all the types of men I’ve been with, about all the boys that have made me cry and even knows about all my visits to the Planned Parenthood. I mean it when I say she’s really my best friend. Everyone asks me if I ever wish to meet my biological mother, but I don’t see the use of it. I don’t have the need to meet her when I have someone who has stepped into her shoes ever since I was 3 and has been there for me ever since.

I know that everyone has their own story and not everyone is the same but I still can’t seem to understand why certain people don’t aim to have a good relationship with their mom. I mean beyond the occasional hug, the occasional phone call or the gift on every birthday, Mother’s day or Christmas.

I’m talking about opening up, having a sense of trust and simple being able saying I love you.

I mean I’ve had friends who have completely cut ties with their mom, who will literally scream at their mom and friend’s who simply don’t even care to show their love to their mom. I mean, it’s shocking to me and that’s probably because I have such a good relationship with my mom but I can’t imagine what it must be like to not have that bond we have with each other.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that no matter what the story is the one person who we can really count on is our mom. I mean friends come and go but our mom is always going to be there at the end of the day. So why choose to not have the best relationship we can with them? I mean it’s never too late to start. Regardless of the circumstances the very least we can do is try.


My family is Mexican so we celebrate Mother’s Day on May 10th, which is Mexican Mother’s day in Mexico. Now that we’re older we love to spoil her as much as much as she used to spoil us when we were small. So we filled the house with flower arrangements and made reservations at one of our favorite Mexican restaurant in downtown and pretty much just reminded her of how grateful we are to have her and how much we love her.

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