Taylor’s Story

I didn’t really notice it when I was young. It didn’t really see it until the second grade, it was “Donuts for Dad Day” and I was the only one without my dad there. I began to question myself.

It wasn’t until later in life when I realized what I had (and didn’t have) made me so special. My mom was not only my mother, but a father and a best friend too. Not many other kids could say that.

Growing up was difficult at times. Money was tight and the fridge wasn’t always chock-full. I didn’t get brand names clothes or spoiled with inanimate objects. Instead of getting toys and other things, I was so loved by my mom. My mom was always, and still is, there for me. When times were rough, we would sit together and wait for the hard times to pass. We shared good times and bad times.

My mom never let me down.

She was the one who held me when I cried and praised me when I did well. She was, and still is, my everything. My mom showed me how to stick up for what I believed in and she showed me how to be a fighter when things got tough. She taught me respect and loyalty. When other kids’ fathers taught them how to ride bikes and throw a ball, my mom was the one there teaching me. I thought that without a dad, I would be an outcast and I would not know how to do the things that kids with dads’ could. Now I see how amazingly lucky I am.

I’m blessed to have a mother that loves me and always will-unconditionally.