Moms the word.

Sometimes I see peoples statuses online about their moms, or hear them complain about them in person. It always makes me glad that my mom is my mom. I got pretty lucky as far as moms go. Sure, she made her mistakes raising me, but every mother does. I can share anything with her, I can go to her with any problem and I know she will always be there to help me any way she can.

We may fight, and the bitch may steal my clothes from time to time, but I fucking love her. She has never turned her back on me and never would. Even though the kids and I drive her batty sometimes living here with her she is (usually) never really mean or anything like that. She is going through the change though, so she has a tendency to be a little moody. Even on her worst day though, she's still not that bad.

She makes up for the fact that I grew up calling a complete douche "dad". He recently tried to come back into our lives again but true to his usual form, he disappeared before he even physically came around. Goodbye and good riddance!

I am a part of a very large and diverse family. Many names, many bloodlines, all brought together by love. I consider my first father in law, mother in law, and sister in law to still be my family. Jacob's father and his wife are a part of our family as well. Birthday parties for all of our kids are always interesting! It takes a village to raise a child, and we have a pretty good village here. My children and I are surrounded by love and support here. We have a good church family that truly cares as well.

For once in my life, I'm glad to call this place home.