Next to "I love you", those words mean the world to me because those are words that I never thought I'd hear again.
Why, you may ask? Well, up until recently (like 6 months ago) I hadn't really been doing things that would make someone proud. I had a one way ticket going the wrong way and I made sure everyone knew that I didn't care about what place I was going to.
Six months ago, my dad wouldn't even look at me. My mother was ashamed of me. My siblings (especially my sister Monica) hated me. People that I loved turned their back on me and it wasn't until I found out that I was pregnant, that I was stopped in my tracks. I didn't want to go to "that place" anymore...I wanted and NEEDED to turn my life around. Therefore, that is exactly what I did.
I was fortunate enough to have a mother who was going back to the work force (i.e-outside of the home) fulltime and so I started running her daycare center. I started paying off bills (which is a slow going process and may take me YEARS to complete). I started rebuilding relationships that I thought would be broken forever. I started telling the truth to myself and others and little by little...I've become the person that I'd always wanted to be. Confident and strong, smart and beautiful, trusthworthy and dependable.
I can credit a lot of my progress to my son (and I do) but I know that I put some hard work into it myself and if it wasn't for people in my life (like my second mother, my stepmother, my father) I would be nowhere. I would still be in the same place I was only it would be different, because I would be delibrately taking my child down with me.
When I hear, "I'm proud of you,Sara" it makes me know that I'm doing everything right. It may not be perfect, but I'm doing it right...and it makes me know that Jace will be proud of his momma and the things she does.
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