There’s no room for mistakes under Two Mommy’s gaze. I was raised in a home filled with daffodils and cumin. I was raised in a home where ink was flesh and blood. I was raised in the computer age. I was raised in the crux of information and technology. I was raised under Two Mommy’s gaze. I was raised by Two Mommy’s gaze.
I pick up and hold the pictures of her cradling me as a baby and see the benevolent look in her eyes. Her love has always been unconditional. I was loved by Two Mommy’s gaze. I have smelled her commitment through the plastic sealed vacuum wrap of 90s vintage photographs.
She has always been there cheering me on in all I do. She doesn’t need the glory. She doesn’t show up to graduations and ceremonies most of the time. She just sees to it that I make it there. She’s not smiling in all the photos. Her love currency is her time. Her love currency is her criticism. Her love currency is her smile after she’s upset me. Her love currency is her call unprompted at 8:00 P.M. on a Friday to check up on me.
There’s no room for mistakes under Two Mommy’s gaze. There are no mistakes under Two Mommy’s gaze. She sees right through it all to my deepest core. I don’t know what I’d do if she couldn’t love me anymore. I was raised under Two Mommy’s gaze. It was like being raised by the river or rain. She held me down in pain and cleansed me in dirt. She filled me stomach with the relics of her country.
She fed me chicken soup when I didn’t believe in a soul. Before there was YouTube and textbooks and teachers and campus, there were people and life. Those two have taught me all I know. I don’t retain artificiality. It isn’t in my nature. Two Mommy’s gaze was one that looked upon Jesus, the prophet of love with a dire strait unadulterated. Two Mommy didn’t care if I believed in God because her only wish was that I succeed.
Two Mommy worked and worked and worked and worked and worked and worked at night at night at night at night at night at night for my sins. I don’t care if you abandon me, I know I’ll always have my Two Mommy. Maybe it’s time to face, I’ve up and grown out of Two Mommy’s gaze.
