Today is my mother’s birthday. I won’t reveal her age because she hides it so well I’d rather let everyone go on thinking she’s only 35. She had me when she was 12. (just kidding)
Mommy,
I am so happy to have you as my mom for the past thirty years. You are truly a beautiful person and obviously the universe has some purpose for you because you came through two bouts with breast cancer and you are still kicking. That says a lot about the power of divine order and also your will to live. I hope you never lose your zest for life.
Ever since I can remember you have been the mom all of my friends wished they had because you’ve always been cool, hip and in the know. How many teenagers can say they had no curfew and were free to do what they wanted (within reason) in order to enjoy being a teenager. All of my friends from childhood still consider you to be the favorite “team mom” and I am happy because I have you by blood and nothing can ever break that bond. I'm a spoiled moody brat and you put up with all my shit. You cook my dinner and you give me hugs when I need them. You make me laugh constantly just being you. I have fun with you.
So here is to another 35th birthday and maybe tonight we can go to the club so you can show everyone that you know how to do the Harlem Shake.
I love you mommy,
Your baby.
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