For years now I’ve been called a mother by people whose home lives are not at all in great condition. I’ve always wanted to be a mother and when I see a child struggling I can’t help but let my motherly instincts take over my senses. I begin to talk like my own mother would to me if I were hurt by something or somebody. I keep them down a path that isn’t destructive. I make sure they have a positive role model in they’re life because let’s all face it, without one where would we all be today?
Would we be in jail? Would we be homeless on the streets? Maybe even lying in a ditch dead somewhere! There’s one boy that catches my attention quicker than anybody, though. His name is Jacob, and he was taken away from his mother due to her unstable lifestyle.
He told me I’ve always felt like a mom to him but he didn’t start taking it seriously until he had to move to his aunts. All of this happened 2 years ago. If he were to disappear out of my life I don’t know who I would be in this world. He makes me who I am. He’s apart of me now.
I wouldn’t dare leave his side, even if death were to suddenly grip my soul in it’s deadly grasp. He is the sanity that keeps me together when I see a baby and its mother. He is the rope that holds me up when I feel alone in this world. He is everything to me and I wouldn’t dare to ever allow myself to lose him.
