The Sasshole Chronicles: Our Special Mother-Daughter Story

Hey Friends!

So in case you've been busy or just did not know that this Sunday is Mother's Day! This holiday is an exciting day for most but an emotional day to some. I want to go ahead and extend my sympathies to those of you who do not have your mom to celebrate with this year... I feel your hurt, I feel your pain, and I want you to know you are so loved. <3

For my blog this week, I wanted to dedicate it to my mother. If you do not know a lot about me, you should be aware that my mom and I have a different type of relationship than most, and this time around I want to open up and tell you guys the story.

So here it goes:

To start out, my mom is a mentally challenged special needs adult. If you've never came in contact with these types of adults then you should know they can be the most challenging yet the most loving people in the entire world.

So how did my birth mother have me? My mother was raped at 21 years old by a teacher's assistant. There was a big deal with the court system and it just unfortunately end up getting swept under the rug (to make a long story short). So I do not know my original birth father. Even with my birth mother being mentally challenged I some how ended up being completely normal. I'm not a very scientific savvy person- I've always excelled in Spanish, English, and Law- so I do not know the entire spill of it but it has something to do with how the chromosomes ended up attaching which made me a completely normal person. I was always a great student, I excelled in honors classes, and graduated from The University of Tennessee at Chattanooga with a Bachelor's degree. So like I said, I am a completely normal person.

Growing up this has always been "normal" for me. My grandfather that recently passed away was my father figure in my life so I was always content with not knowing who my real father is since I never felt an actual "void" there. To be honest, I am completely fine with going the rest of my life not knowing who he is or meeting him. I have no desire to know him.

I was always responsible for helping take care of my mother growing up. There was a time where it was just her and I and I had to cook for her and made sure she got all of her basic necessities taken care of due to child abandonment issues with my grandmother - that is a different story for a different day.

It never really bothered me... and I think that is where my big heart comes from. That was considered "normal" for me to give up the majority of my childhood to make sure my mother was taken care of. With everything we had to go though growing up our number one mission was simple - to survive.

Things began to change with I turned 16 years old with custody transfer-ship. My mom ended up going into a group home with other special needs adults that are just like her. Honestly, that was the best thing that could happened to her She has 24/7 care, she still gets to go to work at the adult activity center,she still gets to spend time with the family, and go out and live a normal life in the community.

She is so much happier in a group home and has made so many friends. To this day, I still get to call and visit her as often as I can. I always bring her favorite meal to her as well - a big mac, french fries, and a large coke with NO ice hahahaha!

l'll be honest, it has been very difficult at some points of my life where I just wish I could pick up the phone to call my mother to vent and have her give me advice... but unfortunately I do not get that with her. I have learned to deal with it and appreciate the type of relationship that I do have with her.

I love my mom and I would not trade her for the world. She loves me unconditionally and I know she is so proud of me with everything I do in my life.