Personal Narrative: I Believe In Mom

I believe in Mom. Who is the first person that readily comes to mind when people are asked who they love the most? For a lot of people the answer to that question would be their mom. Those individuals would not dream of what it would be like to go without their mothers, however not everyone is blessed with knowing their mom. For some people such as myself the concept of having and loving a mom was so abstract that I never had any hope of having one. Nevertheless, unbeknownst to me, that would all change about a year and three months ago. The following is why I believe in Mom. For about fourteen years of my life I had no idea who my mom was. Sure I knew her name and had an old picture of her but I had no clue about who she was as a person or her side of the story. I had always kinda been under the impression

Saturday May 28th, 2016. It has to be easily the most emotional day of my life. Much was said and many tears were shed in the two hours we met. The only word I can use to describe this experience is surreal. For the next two weeks I had to keep reminding myself that yes, this had actually occurred, because otherwise my mind might try to convince me meeting her never happened. Nonetheless I felt elated to have met her, not just for me, but for my mother who had expressed during, she had been terrified I would have refused to see her. When the end of that summer rolled around, no, I could not say I went on any exciting trips but I could say I met my mother, arguably more important. Since the initial meeting with my mom it has gradually increased to days I can spend with her and a year later I still never take it for granted. What has surprised me the most is how fast we bonded. I can talk to her about anything it seems. I am a little late to the game but I finally understand what having a great relationship with a mom