The House That Built Me

Mama's Song

I opened the door, the white paint peeling off from the years. The smell was the same, snicker doodles, my mom’s favorite cookies.

Looking around the small living room that the door instantly opens into I could see everything was the same. The brown worn out couch, the different picture frames that we could manage to buy that are filled with old memories, each smile and laugh reminding me of the happy times I have lived through in my childhood, the most recent one of me at graduation; how I managed a career and school will forever be a mystery.

But one picture really struck…

I looked once more in the mirror to make sure I looked good, not wanting to look anything less than perfect. As soon as I approved, I walked out of my room and started to head downstairs, my heels clicking as the long dress brushed the floor, making my anxiety to rise up.

I reached the top of the maple stairs, my heart speeding up as I hear his laugh coming from the bottom of said stairs. I had been dating him for a week, a fellow celebrity who, I came to see, swept me off my feet; of course as soon as I looked passed his tattoos and bad boy attitude.

I walked down and saw him, Matt. The boys light brown hair was slightly long and barley falling into his blue eyes, those blue eyes that always seemed to get me captivated. His tanned skin almost as dark as mine. He was dressed in an Armani suit with a black tie, matching my dress. But what made my heart flutter was the look in his eyes and slight drop of his mouth as he saw me.

I ascended the stairs, my silver bodice making my heart seem like it was to rip through it, the full bottom of white and grayish tool dragging on the steps behind me as my simple black heels carried me down. I could feel the softness of my blonde hair straight with the bottom on my hair curled, my side bangs off to the side straight. I appreciated the lightness of my makeup as I feel the heat from outside penetrate the house walls.

When I reached the bottom, I smiled at Matt, listening to him stutter out how beautiful I looked. But when I looked to my mom and saw the tears in her eyes, I could never feel more beautiful. She immediately asked for a picture, and neither of us could complain with the look we saw in her face.

I stood next to him in a ‘prom pose’ and smiled, one of the most genuine ones I have ever smiled. But as soon as me and him finished, I demanded one with her. As we posed she whispered a speech into my ear, and it brought tears to my eyes.

“I know that this point may seem so unimportant to you someday, but I want you to remember these times. You look absolutely beautiful today and I don’t think there is anyone I would want you to go with than Matt. He is all I could ever ask for someone for you to date, he may not be the perfect guy but I will never lead you on. There is no perfect man out there. You have made me so proud, and it’s not the fact that you made it to your dreams, it is the moment that I saw you turn into the young woman I would hope you’d become. I know we have had a hard life, and I want you to remember that people do have hard lives, but we can make everyday happy, as long as you are with the ones you love. I know you and how you can get, and I want you to always be true to your heart and yourself. But if you don’t remember any of this speech remember this, I will always be proud to be your mother and I will always love you, my love for you is a love without end, amen.”

I hugged her tight, and went on my way to one of the best nights of my life…

I took the picture off the wall and out of the cheap frame, wanting to keep it with me as a reminder. But as I looked around, I realize that every picture might have to come with me so I could remember any moment when I wish.

This chapter is with Carrie Underwood's song Mama's Song, I hope you enjoy it :)