What’s the mother with you?

Everyones world is the result of their story— some truth, some fiction.

Our stories, the narratives we tell ourselves, that’s what ultimately determines how we spend the rest of our lives.

AND sometimes the truth just don’t cut it…

That’s what a good lie is for.

A good lie is one you work to make true. 

Growing up, it was always a question of will I be okay? 

I was afraid. 

I didn’t know who I was, what my place in the world was, or if I even stood a chance. 

And if it was about the truth— the answer might have been “no” or “to be determined” or something that would have kept me up each night for the rest of my childhood.

But for the times I could lean my head against yours, you made me believe. 

You believed in me, so much so, that I believed you. 

I believed the things you wanted to believe, but didn’t. 

I believed you when you said we’d be okay, even though you were guessing, even though you weren’t sure, even though, at the time it was nothing more than a “good” lie.

But you made it true, each day you worked to make it true.

And you did it alone— something only you could have done.

Mom. Mommy. Mama. Moooooom.

I love you.

You’re where my story started and the only reason I have a chance,

Thank you.