My Superwoman

I wanted to give a huge Happy Mother’s Day greeting to a special type of superwoman.

These women make decisions and sacrifices daily for children they love. And often, they are overlooked.

So today, I choose to recognize them.

My superwoman is Ora Bell Kelley.

She was a hardworking woman with a beautiful soul. For reasons I didn’t understand as a child, my mother allowed her to raise me. With the help of her husband, she cared for me as if I were her own.

She told me stories. She loved me deeply.

As a child, I believed she was my mother.

Up until age nine, I thought she was my biological mom and that my actual mother was my older sister.

When I learned the truth, it shattered me.

But even then, nothing changed.

I still called her Momma.

Our bond went beyond titles.

She was my everything.

I’m sharing this because there are so many women like her—women who raise children they did not give birth to, but love as their own.

My great-grandmother gave birth to one child but wanted more. Life had other plans. So she adopted—and she loved.

Women like her deserve recognition.

To every superwoman out there:

Your love matters.

Your sacrifice matters.

You matter.