To my first born son....

As my first born I owe you an apology, officially and on the record, to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you will always get the worst version of me as a mother. I say that only half-jokingly, but truthfully.

I was young January 23, 1998:

Only 19 years old when you were born still a child myself, but not really since I had already been taking care of me for 7 years. That's another story for another day. When I learned I was pregnant and I was going to be a mom it was like  instant anxiety. I didn't know how to be a mother, I did not have a very good roll model, I knew I wanted to better then what I had. You child changed it all and in raising you all I could do was learn as I went and take it one day at a time. A lot of things in life happened that we had to experience together, as you was growing, I was still learning and growing also. You have always been my rock and circumstances forced you to grow up fast but look at you now.

25 years of your life is more the half of my 44 years

You not only made me a mother but you also blessed me with my first granddaughter.