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Always my children.. FIRST.

Yesssss!!!!



Ha! True story! Don’t mess with my children;

 I don’t care how old they are, don’t mess with my boys! 

Stubborn or not, (Trey, Tyler & I’m sure SidneyBlake if he was still here would all have a stubborn streak, but they are my world  🌎 & each hold a piece of my heart ♥️ they are the reason I breathe, and beast mode most definitely comes out when it comes to them! 



I don’t know what it’s like to have that kind of mom, (eye roll) 🙄 & that’s why I am the mom I am today, make no mistake about it, I am that kind of mom, will forever be that mom & my boys know this mama will always have their backs/fronts/sides or whatever first! I don’t care who you are or how much you mean to me.. my boys mean more! 


I don’t play when it comes to my children!! I will go all kinds of beast mode, mama llama, mama bear or whatever mama for my children & grandchildren (should that day come!) that they need me to be! I don’t mess around when it comes to my children! I will cut you off quick!

God gave them to me to love, protect and take care of them as long as I have breath & TRUST ME... I don’t care their age, I WILL! 

NO one will ever come before my children 
💙💙💙 I’ll stand with them until my last breath & then use it to tell them how much I love them! They are the only ones who know what my heart sounds like on the inside & they will be the last to hear I love you on the outside! 




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