My mom set an incredible example for me of how to be a strong woman no matter what, and an even stronger mom. She was a single mom for a while, but I never went without and I remember always being happy. Even after she married my pop, whom she asked my permission to marry first (!!!), she and I stayed close. Through the high school (cough, puberty) years, we fought like mothers and daughters do and unfortunately, Hurricane Katrina forced us to separate my senior year of high school because her job moved her around a lot and I had to stay with my dad to avoid missing too much school to pass. Despite all of that, when I found out that I was due to have a little girl of my own this past November, my mom let her boss know that if she was at work when I called her to tell her it was time, she’d have to drop everything and leave to drive the three hours that separate us to be there for me. True to her word, I called her at 3:45 on November 18th to tell her that it was time, and four hours later, she was in the delivery room holding my hand and feeding me ice chips. At 1:50 a.m., I gave birth with my mother by my side and she spent an entire week with me at my house while I recovered.
While I cherish simple memories, such as crawling in bed with my mom in the morning after my pop left for work and sleeping in during summer vacation or our annual September beach vacations, it was having her with me for the birth of my daughter that will always be my most cherished memory of my mother. <3