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My Mother's Only Daughter

 January 10, 2023


    Today, I decided to not survive, but thrive! A few years ago I started writing on my blog again after the passing of my beautiful Mother, Alma Jean Dortch Littleton. It helped me to vent and at that time, begin my Life without her. But, I am not without her...she's here. I can feel her protecting me and guiding my decisions every day. She is just not here physically. Although many people in my family would always call me her junior, it is more apparent now. The way I jumped into hosting mode to make sure my entire home was cleaned, food stocked, fresh sheets and towels available for family coming from out of town for her funeral, all while looking well put together, was such a mom thing. I made sure everyone was comfortable and couldn't stop cleaning and hosting. I could see the worry in my aunts, uncle and cousins eyes. I couldn't stop making sure everything was perfect. 

    Perfect for MY MOM's FUNERAL and for the family. She was the eldest daughter and always protected her siblings, even from knowing about her illness.  But I knew because I was there. I was always there even as a kid with my mom,  she took me everywhere. Her church members, co workers and friends would always say that if you saw one, you saw the other. So of course, I was her mini me. She raised me as a divorced full time government employee. My mother put me through private schools, allowed me to attend the neighborhood public schools so I could be like my friends, and then put me right back into a private high school. She nurtured my creativity, loved my writing and demanded that I completed higher education. I have 3 degrees( 1 BA, and 2 MA) so mommy, I am glad that I did it and made you proud. But most of all, she pushed me, never allowed me to settle for anything. So now, I am ready for my next journey and in it I will always honor my mom. 


Mom, Here we go!

Sherri M. Littleton 

My Mother's Only Daughter 

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