I was driving to work this morning & “Dear Mama” by Tupac came on. I started thinking of my “mom” & couldn’t hold back the tears of joy.
Judy Lopez is actually my oldest sister. When my birth mother left my dad, three sisters, baby brother and me when I was 9, Judy stepped up to the plate. While the rest of us spent time moping about out situation, Judy moved forward with a strong mind and led us forward.
She sacrificed a bulk of her childhood to raise us and be the person we could look up to at all times. She was the person I was most afraid to tell my screw ups to, because I never wanted to let her down. Judy was the person who cried when I got ears pierced and my first tattoo because she didn’t want anything stupid to impeded my future. Momma was the person who taught me to treat women like I would treat her, with the utmost respect, truthfulness, and love.
She was only 16 at the time, but she fed us, she clothed us, she guided us, she taught us, she disciplined us, she raised us.
She loved us.
Not a day goes by where I don’t thank God for what she did to keep our family together during times of fire and what she still does to this day for us.
I can only hope to positively impact my future family half as much as she’s blessed us.
It’s her birthday today & it just serves as a reminder of how abundantly blessed I am to have been born into her immediate family.
Yesterday she received an amazing birthday gift & found out she’s having another baby boy. She deserves all the blessings in the world.
I promise imma make you proud momma.
Love you, God bless you and your family, & happy birthday my love. Te quiero y extraño mucho ama..