With Mother’s Day right around the corner, I wanted to take a minute to share with my readers a little bit about my own mother.
I could write a novel about how amazing my mom is. I could share with you all of the love she shows her family and how involved she stays in our lives. I could share with you how she’s always been a shoulder to cry on and knows exactly what to say and when to say it. I could list for days all of the ways she has impacted my life, but I’d like to share just one thing: my mom wasn’t always “my mom”.
Holly entered my life when I was in the third grade, and never in a million years could my imagination have predicted the relationship we have today. To give you a little background information, Kylee, her daughter, and I were both new to the elementary school. While Kylee was shy, I was the complete opposite. Holly would go on class field trips, and I would cling to her. She was always kind and didn’t seem to mind me too much.
As the years went on, Kylee became my best friend, so her mom saw a lot of me. I was always at her house and fell in love with her family. Little did I know in just a few short years, that family would become my very own. It’s funny how God places the right people in your life at the right time. In 2005, my life changed dramatically. I was removed from my then family and placed into a group home.
I hit rock bottom. I felt every emotion under the sun and struggled to understand why these things were happening. Holly didn’t waste a minute to start fighting for me. She went above and beyond, and because of her efforts, I was released into her custody a few months later. Holly and her husband, Bill, did everything required by the courts to get me out of child protective services. Holly wrote me letters while I was there that brought hope back into my life. These letters provided me with encouragement and strength that enabled me to fight through this dark time in my life.
I lived with my adopted family throughout high school. My new family, a family that owed me nothing yet gave me everything, provided me with shelter, food, and most importantly, love. Love that I had so desperately needed. Holly was, and still is, the greatest role model I could have asked for. To this day, she treats me no different than her other two children. She expects more of me than I usually do myself.
From high school athletics to makeup for prom, she was always there. She never let me go without and still to this day won’t. She gave me a childhood when I was ready to throw mine away. She allowed me to find myself even if that meant making mistakes along the way.
I could never thank this women enough for teaching me how to love and be loved. Because of her continuous efforts, she has helped shape the woman I am today. If I am at least half the mom she didn’t have to be, Ella will have the best life possible. She, without a doubt, is the best mom around.
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Proverbs 31:29