Mom. A complicated word.



One of my biggest struggles is my longing for a mom. I have a biological mother. She is a complicated part of my life.


I never had a mom to teach me how to swim.

I never had a mom to teach me how to ride a bike.

I never had a mom to soothe my broken heart over my first break up.

I never had a mom to talk to me about growing up.

I never had a mom to share my triumphs with or to help me see the lessons in my failures.


I call her mom because she gets angry if I call her anything else.

She’s “mom” when she’s screaming at me, calling me names.