Beginning at age six, my 24-year-old son still calls me “Mommy, Queen of the Universe.” He’s also called me his superhero ~ but in truth he is mine.

For so long my life didn’t have any direction. I lived in the moment, which everyone says to do, but I had no compass, just kind of wandering. My fiance, Mark, the man I planned to live my life with, had died and I was just lost. I switched jobs and relocated to another town in an effort to start a new life, but I still felt like my life was going nowhere. A couple of years later I got married and soon afterward we found out I was expecting, which was a dream in itself since I had always been told I would never have children. So he was my miracle baby, my golden child, born two weeks late after 36 hours of labor and a cesarean section. And worth every bit of it. We moved out on our own when he was six and it has been the best time of my life. I love being his mom and wouldn’t trade my time with him for the world. Two boyfriends have come and gone over these years but he has been my rock, my compass, and I his. He is the most amazing, smart, sweet, kind, funny and noble person I know and it is an honor to be his mother.

A few years ago when we didn’t have much money my son gave me this beautiful song for Mother’s Day, “Yellow” by Coldplay.  It still makes me cry every time I hear it ~ but it also reminds me how much love we share.