Mom...

I am sure when I was little, I called my mother Mommy, but her name changed as I grew older.

I followed the lead of my brothers & began to call my mother, Ma. It was always used affectionately. My Grandma thought it was funny to hear her daughter called, Ma. I often hollered Ma, if my Mom was not where I thought she was.

During my high school years, I tried to be as independent as a sixteen your old can be. One night a bunch of us were out & the topic of pets came up. I proceeded to tell the group, that my Mom had a monkey at some point when she was growing up. Everyone thought my Mom was cool. I wasn’t quite sure why.

I get it now. Mom means the world to me. The way she opens her arms to all of us makes me smile.

I love you more than words can say.