mom at 20 // me at 20
mom at around 20 yrs old / me at 20 yrs old //
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to know my mom when she was my age, during a stage in life when the world seems so big and the possibilities of where you fit into that big world seem endless and overwhelming. I wish I had gotten to do life with the gal that bleached the hell out of her hair and rocked blue eye shadow. The gal that walked into bars to love some lost people and show them that Jesus is good and has immense love for them just as they are...punk rock and all. The one who was constantly re-inventing herself but at the same time staying so very true to who she was created to be. Ma, I love you lots and you continually inspire me in more ways that I can articulate. Never stop being you. Honored to be your daughter.
