Your Baby's Mama

Your baby's mama thinks you're mighty swell

I'll always love our baby, but you're my prize

I wanna learn to love you better, love you well

I'll always comfort our baby when she cries

But I'll come runnin' when you ring the bell. 

My Own Baby

First I had a baby sister. I was one of her five mamas. I was always out to take care of her and make sure she was safe. I loved her. 

Then I grew up a bit and had a niece. The longing to become a real mama of my own baby grew stronger. 

And, then I finally had my own baby, you, Taliya. I love you more than any of the other babies. I love being your mama. 

Making Coffee

 

I ain't the best wife or mom, but I hope to show you a little bit about how you can love your husband if you ever get married. Sometimes it's the really simple things, like making coffee. 

You clean out the pot, pour the water in the heater, put the filter in the container, and dump in the coffee grinds. Then you wait for him to get up and ask him if he wants coffee. He'll probably say yes, so you go push the red button. 

It's a routine of serving my hubby and your father. 

Mom and Me

 

We aren't the same person, but we do have a similarities. 

A Closed Door

 

Maybe a closed door doesn't mean we don't do anything. Maybe it just means we have to work harder to open it. 

People always talk about a closed door, but maybe we just say that because we're lazy or scared. Maybe we don't want to open the door because we're afraid of what we don't know yet. 

Just Hangin' Out

Just sitting here on the couch with mama. 

How you have grown, fetita!