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G.O.AT.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • May 15, 2023
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 10, 2023

As Mother's day is here, I want to thank the OG Mom.


My grandmother.


The ultimate GOAT.


They say you can't have it all, but that's a lie, I know this to be false because you have never met my grandmother.


SHE HAS IT ALL.


She's gorgeous.


Smarter than hell.


College educated.


Well traveled.


Charming to a fault, and funny, funny,funny.


When I told her she was the most amazing women I knew at her 100th birthday party, she replied to me that, "you must not know that many people."


When she asked me what what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered, an artist. Her response was, "that's a lovely hobby dear, but what are you REALLY going to do?"


She's a legit badass.


I am envious of her wardrobe.


It was through her, I knew to dress the part.


Lord knows, she mastered that class.


Along with so many others.


She is a class act, and comes with everything that could mean.


She raised 3 daughters and found herself a widow at 48.


But that didn't stop her.


That's because she is magic.


She would KILL me for saying this but next month she will be 102.


So, for over a century, she has been a rock, a beacon, and the matriarchal leader of my family.


Fearless, and demanding, while completely invested the whole way.


A teacher and leader.


So as Mother's Day approaches, may we see women like her, and try to be like them, but just know, you, nor I, will never be her.


God bless her, and all the moms who kick ass everyday raising their own strong daughters and children, and while we may not all look as good as her, just know we are doing our damnest.


Or at least I am.


Xoxo,

C.





 
 
 

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