After years of begging, three years ago on 7/22, my Mom took me to my very first Wayland concert. I’ve spent 7/22 on planes, on buses, on boats. I’ve gotten new jobs on 7/22, ended relationships on 7/22, and made my best memories on 7/22. But 7/22 isn’t about me.
7/22 is my mom’s birthday.
My mom’s birthday is the most important day of the year to me because my mom is the most important person in the world to me. When I’m having a bad day, I see 7/22. On license plates, receipts, on the front of stranger’s shirts. When I’m having a good day, I see 7/22, on the clock, on my phone, and in my life, everywhere. She guides me when we’re physically together and even when we’re physically apart.
My mom is the reason I went to cosmetology school, the reason I worked for Great Clips, the reason I met Wayland, and the reason I met Phillip. She took me to all my first concerts, introduced me to all my favorite bands, was my date to church and my personal chauffeur for way too many years. Everything I am, is because of my mother.
She’s my Kris Jenner, Linda McMahon, and Princess Diana all in one and in her I have a best friend and a twin. I’m not the luckiest woman on the planet because that would insinuate our relationship was random, and this is anything but. Our relationship is holy, divinely orchestrated and something that manifests in every lifetime.
Happy Birthday to my role model, my rock, my mirror, my best friend, my confidant, my spiritual advisor, psychic healer, guardian angel, and the best mom in the whole world. I love you.