This Sunday, I will be celebrating MY first Mother's Day. I never thought there would come a day where I would be blessed with a daughter and often questioned if I was the right fit for motherhood. Yet, as fate would have it, I have a twenty pound little girl dreaming a dream, sleeping across my chest, as I type this on my phone. I'm loving every second of motherhood. More than I thought I ever would! I love the smell of her baby cologne in her chick-fine hair. I love that her little fingers slowly grip my arm. I love feeling her heartbeat sync with mine. I love listening to her soft breath and occasionally letting out her big sigh. I love the smell of her baby breath when she lets out those deep sighs. I love knowing that in exactly 45 minutes she wakes up for lunch. I love when she wakes up, she rises and shines with a smile. I love that her softly scented hair, wakes up to a teased 80's punk look. I love my daughter like a weed loves a crack in the sidewalk. She is my best teacher, the other love of my life, my little Mimi-me.
I grew up very attached to my mom. I was her mini-me, and we were destined to take on the world... together. My wings were never clipped and to this day, I am still attached to my mom's hip. I slept in her bed till I moved out of the house (don't judge me). She is the one I complain to and the woman who makes me whole. She kept clothes on my back and my tummy full. She still tells me what to wear and I still complain I'm not cool enough for the trendy clothes she insist I wear. She subliminally controls my thoughts and I still value her opinion. This is the same woman who will tell me to watch my calories just as I finished a mouth-watering burger. Everything must be sugar-free and low-carb. She'll point out my new wrinkles and than inform me of the latest wrinkle blaster. She drives me fucking nuts sometimes and yet, I wouldn't trade her for any other mom! She will always be my comfort wubby. More importantly, she gave me life. Love me or hate me, she made me, me. 
"Families are like fudge, mostly sweet with a few nuts," and we are no exception. My mom was born in Cuba and eventually moved to the states at an early age. No, she did not come here by a makeshift raft and swim eagerly to shore. She did it the legal way and eventually received her citizenship. A rebel in designer labels, she loves to have fun. She is always dressed to the nines and ready for a good time. She insist you dress your best because you never know when you will run into someone. She is the first voice I hear in my head every time I run into someone and I'm dressed like poo. She has a heart of gold. No, not literally, however, she would insist it's a diamond, ha. She does so much for her friends and family. More than anyone is willing to give her credit for. She is a wonderful listener and is always the first to give positive feedback and advice. She never hesitates to help when asked and she'd give you the only dollar she had left if you needed it. Slowly but surely, I find myself doing the things that I would've cringed and cursed at my mom for doing. It's inevitable...
Oh my God, I'm turning into my mother... and it's okay. If I can be half the mother to Olivia that she was and continues to be for me, than I know Olivia will be a sugar-free, low-carb, fashionista, and totally awesome! So on this Mother's Day, my first Mother's Day, I want to acknowledge my mommy. All that I am and all that I know to be, is thanks to her. You may not be perfect but you are perfect for me! Thank you for being the best mom, friend, and grandma a daughter could ever ask for. I love you. We love you.
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