Mommy

It's seven in the morning and already I hear my mom's loud voice ripping through my dreams saying, "Diamond are you up?” I wake up and walk up the cold wooden stairs.  At the top of the stairs I see her in the kitchen boiling water in the kettle. I know she has been up for some time because her dark brown curly hair smelled of shampoo. Her short body was covered with light blue jeans and a bright orange shirt which were exempt from any possible wrinkle. The front doorbell rings. I look at my mom as she walks toward the door and I started to think about her.

My Mom is in her late thirties and an entrepreneur, she owns “Peace and Blessings Home Day Care”. This is the perfect job for her because not only was it one of her life long goals to own her own business, she was able to hire me as her assistant. This meant I had the perfect boss for the summer. Although she can be insensitive to my feelings sometimes, she is easy to talk to most of the time. Sometimes the twelve hour day at the day care felt like five because we would make the day as fun as possible.

My Mom is my idol she is the queen of multi-tasking and making the best out of any situation. Although she makes it clear that we can't be best friends yet, she is much better than any best friend I can have. She gives great advice and probably lives her life more to the fullest than I ever could.

"Diamond, don't you hear me calling you girl," my mom says. I snap out of my deep thought, I start to hear the loud cry of a beautiful chocolate brown skin baby coming through the front door. The baby is placed in my weary arms and I look down to see her tears streaming down her small button face. She smells of baby powder and Similac milk. At the time it felt like it was going to be a long dreadful day, but then I thought if my mom could get through it, AND would be there to help me, I could do anything.