Happy Birthday, Mom!

Tomorrow, July 4, Is my mom's Birthday. I know it seems stupid that I am posting about a Birthday, but I am taking this as an opportunity to post about my mom, My mother, has been there for me for 14 long years.

I was born before my mother married my father- and I often get weird looks about that because my mother is a dedicated Christian (Now). Well. I want to say, I don't judge my mom for having me fore she was married. I do not wish to follow in those footsteps, but I will respect the past.

I was a year old, and my mother had married my father six months previous, Things were rough, living in Arizona, The things that took place are far too personal to be posting on here- and I don't even fully understand myself.

I was two when my mother and father picked up everything we owned and put it in the back of a U-Haul and we moved to Ohio. We moved in with my grandmother, who was the only person we knew in Ohio. My mother cried, for me.

I was three, things were still going rough, but it felt much safer to be in Ohio without all the bad troubles of bad friends, abusive family, and ect. My mother's smile shown a little bit more brightly, loving me unconditionally.

I was four when I met my preschool love. My mom says we held hands under the table at school, and he kissed me on the cheek everyday at recess. My mom helped in my class.

I was five when I thought my dad's best friend- Matt, was a a hot man, I had a huge crush on him- and I even told him that. He always hugged me and I felt like a Princess. My mom laughed at me, but let it go.

I was six when I began to grow up, I met my Childhood best friend- Alissa, and I loved her. We spent every minute,second, hour of the day together. My mother made it happen.

I was seven when I began to tell secrets, Alissa was my friend who I played babies with,we had tea parties, we pretended we were models, we even pretended to live on a deserted island. My mother made sure my imagination always ran wild.

I was eight when my classmate did something terrible to me. Austin, he told me I was wonderful. He made me feel alright, and he hurt me. I can't say how- but the incident when unresolved. My mother pulled me out of school and started to homeschool me.

I was nine when I met my current best friend- Allie. When nobody else would be my friend, Allie did. She loved me like a sister..and we supported each other. <3 My mother allowed us to have sleepovers.

I was ten when my cat went insane and attacked me. (I still have scars to prove it.) My mother watched in total fear as I had scratch marks every inch of my arms,face,and legs. My mother desperatly tried to take away the pain.

I was eleven when I went back to public school, I made many new friends but was intimidated by not knowing anyone. My mother comforted me everyday.

I was twelve when I fell for Timmy- the perfect boy that every girl was best friends with. My mother chuckled and hoped for the best.

I was thirteen when I fell in love with Javan, I dated Javan, and I kissed Javan.(1st Kiss). He broke up with me on Christmas, My mother held me for hours just so I could cry, and I swear she was crying too.

I am fourteen, And I am dating Jacob- my current and hopefully forever boyfriend. My mother respects that I am growing up, and she looks at herself realizing she is growing up too.

My mother and I have cried,laughed, and spent hours in conversation. I would not say we are the closest- not even close, but I love my mother, and I hope her Birthday is amazing-

happy Fourth Of July/Birthday mom. Enjoy the fireworks- that are put on JUST for you. <3