Every time I get a chance to think about my life, I think about how difficult it is to become successful, how hard my job is, and how complex the adult life is. But recently, it dawned on me that nothing I'm doing compares to raising three sons in a single household. Growing up as three black boys in a toxic environment wasn't as much of a disaster as it could've been because you kept us on the right path. You made sure that we were aware of our responsibilities and stayed out of trouble despite the extreme difficulty and the external temptations that could've easily swayed us.
Among both of my grandmothers and my aunts, all of whom I love dearly and provided a mother's touch one way or another throughout my childhood, you led the way in crafting a great life for me. When I think about my life, how much I've done, and how far I've come, I realize that I would have none of this if it wasn't for your determination and savviness. Surprisingly, some mothers give up on their children. But when things got tough, you never gave up on us. In the environment we grew up in, alcohol and drugs could've easily been your vices, which would've hurt our growth. Instead, you were smart and resilient. You always knew there were three boys at home who needed you. Nothing was more important than us. Even today, "Avis and her three boys" is still a thing. I love making you proud. My success is your success.
Some people say the bond between a mother and her child is an unbreakable bond. In our case, I agree. I can't imagine life without you. You're above human to me. No words or items can match what you've done for me and what you mean to me. Anywhere I go in my life, your love will always be with me. Any woman I decide to marry won't have to match your strength. Your strength is untouchable. Now that I'm out of the house and able to support myself, it's time to really enjoy your life. Thank you for your love, strength, and support. And thank you for your creativity when naming me. Happy Mother's Day.