I am an unlucky lucky girl. I know what you’re thinking. That doesn’t even make sense. Let me explain. I am unlucky in the fact that I lost my mom to cancer at the age of nine. I am lucky to have had over a dozen moms in my life. God didn’t forget about me. He took my birth mother, but He gave me a dozen moms. 

God has perfect timing. I don’t agree with His time, but His time is honest and true. He has put my other “moms” in my life exactly when I needed them most. Some have played their part and are viewing from the balcony. Two have gained their angel wings. The others are there answering any time I call. I also have new “moms” popping up and helping me out when God knows I need one. 

Here are some shout outs to the past, present, and future moms. 

Joyce – She grew up with my mom and had 3 daughters the same age as me and my brothers. Her middle was one of my best childhood friends. She definitely treated me like her own. I also had to pay her ten cents if we didn’t have our seat belt on by the time we got out of her driveway. I didn’t have ten cents, and I wasn’t about to ask my daddy for that money. Not only did she keep me safe, when Anna and I would fight, we had to hug it out. She taught me to apologize. 

Lynn – She was my softball coach in my younger years; or let’s be real, my daddy was my coach. He was the parent that told the coaches what to do with me. Good cop, bad cop….Lynn was the good cop. She was there when I was mad at my dad for making me try things I didn’t want to. She was a big influence in my softball days.

Susie – My daddy’s sister in law. She’s the one that will fight anyone if they talk bad about me. She’s nice and sweet and usually has the best things to say about someone. She’s very well liked by her peers. Just don’t ask her about the time a boy at school made fun of me for not having a mom. She’s a lover not a fighter. But she told me to punch him if he said it again. She’s also always been there for me and will help me out any way she can. She’s was at most of my games and anything I asked her to come to.

Janie “mom” – She’s the first one I called mom after my birth mother died. I didn’t call her that a lot in front of others, but I did at her house. She had a daughter, Amy. She was my very best friend. I’d spend the night with Amy a lot. Out of all the “moms” in my life, she was most like my birth mom. Maybe that’s why I called her mom. Maybe I did because Amy did and I just wanted to call someone mom. She was so much fun and let us pretty much do whatever we wanted at her house.

Cathy – She was a “mom” I met later in life. I called her Mama C. Her daughter, Heather and I worked together and we got to be best friends. On Bachelor, Bachelorette, or Bachelor in Paradise nights; we would go to Cathy’s house and watch it. As time went on we invited more and more of our friends. Some nights we had over 10 people. It kinda turned into our thing. We didn’t get off work till eight most nights and we were starving. She always made sure we were fed.

Janet – My mom’s sister. She was a travel nurse when we were kids and was gone a lot. She also live about two hours from us. Even though she wasn’t present in my every day life she was and is always there. She made sure I had all the girl things I needed. She bought me enough make up to last for months. She also made sure I had plenty of clothes and purses. As I got older we hung out more, and well those stories are for another time. I am pretty goofy around her and can tell her anything. She might have lived far away but she always made it to my important events.