The first time I truly understood what “Mom comes first” meant, I was twelve years old. It wasn’t spoken as a rule or a lecture. It was just something she lived.
That was the first time I realized: my mother had put me first even when it cost her everything—sleep, safety, comfort. mom comes first
Now, when I make big decisions—career moves, relationships, where to live—I ask myself: Does this honor the woman who put me first for so long? If the answer is yes, I move forward. If not, I wait. The first time I truly understood what “Mom