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16 Years Ago I Got A Title.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jul 20, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jul 25, 2025

16 years ago I got a new title, Mom.


16 years ago I became the CEO of a company, and no it wasn't tech, and I was not at a Coldplay concert.


I will say I don't always like being in charge of HR at said company.


Anywho...16 years ago...


I found myself in a hospital room looking at the cutest thing I could have ever imagined, my son.


That cute "little" thing now looks down at me.


I am 5'4 on a good day, he is 6'.


But I will never stop adoring, or critiquing that kid, because I love him.


My mother always said it is harder to be a parent than a friend.


And as always, she was right.


Ugh.


I know you are smiling.


Which by the way, remember when I told you I was pregnant?


Well I do.


And your mother, my grandmother, said "she's barely decent."


It's not like I was on MTV and 16 and pregnant.


I was married if only for a month, but never-ending semantics.


However, when I told you Mom that I was having a boy, you stated, what am I supposed to do with that?!?


Sidenote, we are a female dominant operation.


Anyways, you adored him.


Bought him clothes and toys galore and made sure to let me, your only child, aware that there was a new boss in town.


Him.


How quickly that, I dont know what to do with a "boy tide" turned.


Love you Mom, big smiles.


On that note, I don't quite know how I won the lottery not only once, but three times.


Cheers today on my first win.


I hit the jackpot, and continued to keep winning.


So happy birthday to my first of three dearest darlings.


Can't wait to celebrate many more by your side.


Love you to the moon and back!


Xoxo,

M.



 
 
 

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