When, I was young, I had lots of aspirations to become something wonderful and impressive in life. I used to be homeschooled, so as I watched my mother play the role as a teacher for my brother and I, I had dreamed of becoming a School teacher. One drive to renew my parent’s car insurance, at age 9, I wanted to become an Insurance Agent. These were jobs that I knew were available at a young age.

Then, there were things that I was pushed to do, which I had figured would carry me into a career. My father pushed me and my brother into playing baseball. We practiced several times a day. He was very tough on me and my brothers through it. We had no choice on whether we wanted to give up. He would hit line drives, where eventually you just learn to catch them, because that was the only choice you had. If you threw the ball too far from him, you would have to chase it and re-throw it until you threw it perfectly, even if that meant throwing it 20 times until you got it correctly. The hard work eventually paid off though throughout my childhood. I played on boy’s teams, where I was typically the cleanup hitter, played the most valuable positions, such as short stop, pitcher and center field. I got enrolled on All-Star teams. When I turned 14, I switched to girl’s softball. I got enrolled on the All-star team there. In high school, I was picked for the varsity team all four years. The coach from the Varsity boy’s league begged me constantly to play for them. I made some of the school’s most incredible plays. In my Senior year, I won both MVP and Senior Award. Yet, that’s where it ended. I grew to love baseball/softball, but that’s not who I was and what I wanted to be.

The things that I enjoyed most when I was little were singing, writing poetry, and playing music on my organ and guitar. I had high hopes that I could advance my talents and become famous. I don’t know one person that never had some kind of fantasy of becoming famous and being known of having a great natural talent. I used to write songs and record them on my cassette tapes. I used to write stories and poetry hoping to get them published one day. I will say that the writing part did carry into my adult life as I am a blogger. I used to struggle with writing long stories, I would get the common old writers block, but I had aspirations to publish them into a novel. However, it’s nice to know that I can still use my love of writing as blogging fits my life the best. Best of all, I’m blogging about was my primary dream…

I’ve always wanted to be a mother. It is a common little girl’s dream, but I just knew I was going to be one. I used to have my yellow and blue kitchen set, a plastic crib and pink plastic stroller. I was all set up for the many baby dolls that I had. Although, it didn’t say much for when I was a child. I did carry out that dream.

I have done lots of things in my life that I have been complimented on, such as singing, writing, playing baseball and even the work I do at my jobs, but the most compliments I receive are of being a mother.


Even though Facebook can be portrayed as positive withholding the cynical truth and can often be a misperception of someone’s life, mine reflects the true relationship and bond between my son and I. My posts of his good and bad times are real and raw, the photos of the places and things we have done can not be Photoshopped. People notice the devotion and passion that I have being a mother to my son. The way that I live selflessly for him is undeniable and admiring. 

My co-workers and the owners of my jobs know my place as my son is primary and I am fully respected for my loyal disposition. My customers have seen my son’s well manors and good behavior, and I am constantly complimented on the way that I am raising him. His teachers have thanked me for sending a wonderful kid to school. In every IEP meeting, the teachers emphasize how sweet and polite my son is, and I am happy for him being so. The sweet words he speaks of me, and the natural excitement when I’m near is unquestionable. 

No matter what talent I have, no matter what skills I may have for my workplace, no matter what I do in life, the main thing I am admired and commended for is being a mother, the extents I go through for my son and how I am raising him. Although the things I have done such as sports, music and writing have given me pride and others joy, I much rather be remembered for the mother that I am. Being a mother is a true joy, and a real accomplishment that will continue in my life. It will continue as I watch him grow into the man I hope to raise him to become, it will continue as he reaches his own dreams in life, as he raises his own family, and as he will one day care for his elderly mother with the same love and respect in return. Still in those days, nothing else I did in life will really matter. They were wonderful accomplishments, but there’s nothing more important or greater than the accomplishment of being a mother. I have sacrificed so much of my life to value and prioritize my son, that is what makes others and my son consider me as a great mom. Now, all parents make mistakes, you may have to throw the ball 20 times in order to make the perfect throw, but eventually you’ll get it. It’s not about being the greatest, it’s about trying your best and giving something your complete focus and the continuous try to never give up. I may be a lot of things in life, but I just want to be remembered as a mom…

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Written by J. Marie

Founder/Owner, Perfectly Imperfect Parents - Single Mom . Blogger . Photographer . Bar Marketing Manager and Bartender . Artist of Frame Design . Part-Time Student to become a Licensed Mental Health Counselor.

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