Dear Mama Vee
And I truly have come to realise that Mama Vee’s involvement in my Little One’s life affords me the capacity to be the best mom possible to him. She helps me meet his needs and affords me the opportunity to get the best of him in the afternoons when I get home from work.
More than a mother
I took stock of how I’d described myself — every identifier was how I was serving others. But what part of my identity could stand alone, independent from others? I couldn’t allow my identity to be reliant on the existence of another: not for myself, or for my son.
