Ode to my Baby Mama!

My Baby Mama...I dont even remember how, when or where the title came from. But if you know me well, then when I say I gotta call my Baby Mama cause it's been to long (we haven't spoken since yesterday!) you know what the deal is. My Baby mama is fine as hell, with an atititude to boot! Mama dont take no mess.

She knows every little dirty deed I have done and loves me in spite of or because of....depending on the view. She was there when I had the pregnancy test my junior year of college and held my hand thru the pains and joys of parenthood. She was there when i thought I was in love and made me realize that, that is not love. She was there when I fell so hard it hurt to breathe, when I meet the man who renewed my faith in relationships. Yeah my baby mama knows all my drama, how easily I fall in and out of love. How my ego can be too big at times, and wither away to nothing at others. She knows and reminds me of things I have forgotten when I should have remembered. She took the time to let me have a good long cry over a major loss in my life the night before HER WEDDING. She knows me...the quiet me that you dont always meet and may never meet. The me that cries herself to sleep sometimes, or has an all out "why me" tantrum (floor rolling and all). I love my baby mama...we chose each other, the Most High brought her into my life. And when we are old with gray locks, grandchildren and great grands, you'll recognize us by the fire in our eyes as we smile and show the youngsters what living life and true friendship is really all about. Love you much Woo.