I remember that last big push like it was yesterday, he shot out of me like a rocket and slightly resembled a gargoyle but at that moment my life was changed forever. Everything I went through to bring him into the world, no longer mattered. I was given the gift of legacy.

The Creator allowed me to bring my son into the world and I refuse to fail. As the matriarch of my little family, I must learn to do it all. I don’t know everything and I have no clue what I am doing half of the time but I am determined to be a phenomenal mother. Matriarchs leave a legacy that is passed down for generations to come. Each day with my son is a chance to leave my mark.

 As a mother, how do you want to be remembered?