To The One Who Birthed Me

 

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Aaaaah, I remember like it was yesterday. I was warm and snugly. When all of a sudden, I was pushed through this dark cramp tunnel and as I emerged into a cold bright place, a dude dressed in all white slapped my ass. The memories haunt me actually...

Thank you mom for everything you've done for me.

Thank you for dropping me on my head as an infant. It has helped build character and make me who I am today.

Thank you for believing in me when I was at the slow table in kindergarten. Thank you for pulling me out of school so I didn't get my ass sat on by fat kids anymore.

Yes, I was homeschooled and brought up in a church. Yes, I was sheltered. However....

Homeschool taught me how to express myself.

Church has taught me to look inward and know thy self. It has also taught me good morals that I try to apply to my every day living.

I wasn't a perfect child, that I know, and I know that I've done things that you didn't appreciate.

But thank you for allowing me to be me.

When you told me to go to my room and "prepare" for my spanking, I would put on 17 pairs of underwear. Thank you for teaching me readiness.

I've always tried to be honest with you. And even when I would lie, you could see right through me like a Janet Jackson nipple ring.

You taught me how to be tough and deal with family members and people that I might not always agree with. In the end, you taught me about life, and a great part of the man I am today is owed to you. So thank you.

I hope someday...some day in the future, as in not right now cause I'm living on "Me Me Street" and I like it, I hope that I can repay a fraction of what you have given to me.

Happy Mother's Day!

P.S.
To those of you who have given birth, a very Happy Mother's Day to you!