Patrick Mahomes Finds His Childhood Babysitter—Her Final Request Leaves Him in Tears

Patrick Mahomes never expected an ordinary day of charity work to become a journey into his own forgotten past. The morning was clear in Kansas City as he pulled up to the modest senior care center, a place he’d quietly supported for years. There were no cameras, no reporters—just Patrick, a box of donuts, and a promise to listen to the stories of elders who too often went unheard.

Inside, the center hummed with gentle activity. Patrick moved from room to room, chatting with veterans, teachers, and a jazz singer who claimed to have played with legends. He was nearly finished when a soft voice stopped him in the hallway.

“Is it really you, Little Sunbeam?”

Patrick turned, startled. He hadn’t heard that nickname since he was a child. He looked into the eyes of an elderly woman wrapped in a crocheted blanket, her hands trembling but her gaze unwavering.

“I used to call you that,” she said, smiling faintly. “You’d nap in the sunbeam by the window. Your mom’s house had blue walls, remember? You always hid your toy football under the couch.”

Patrick’s heart pounded. Memories flickered—snatches of laughter, the scent of cinnamon, a lullaby hummed in Spanish. “Norma?” he whispered.

She nodded, tears shining in her eyes. “Norma Alvarez. I was your babysitter. Then one day… I was just gone.”

Patrick sat down beside her, emotions swirling. He remembered asking about Norma for months after her disappearance. No one ever gave him a straight answer.

“They said you moved,” he said softly.

Norma looked down at her hands. “I never wanted to leave you, Patrick.” She reached into her cardigan and handed him a faded photo: a little boy with a gap-toothed grin, sunlight flooding the carpet behind him. It was him.

For a long moment, Patrick couldn’t speak. He remembered her kindness—the way she’d make his favorite peanut butter sandwiches, the gentle way she’d tuck him in when storms rattled the windows.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Norma’s lips trembled. “There was an accusation. Jewelry missing from the house. I didn’t take it, but the real culprit was a boy—just ten years old. If I told the truth, he’d have been taken from his parents. So I said it was me.” She paused, voice quivering. “I was undocumented. They deported me within 48 hours. I never got to say goodbye.”

Patrick’s breath caught. He reached out, taking her hand. “All these years, I thought you’d just left.”

“I wanted to write to you, but I didn’t know how. After a while, I thought maybe you’d forgotten. Maybe it was better that way.”

“I never forgot,” Patrick said, squeezing her hand. “You were my sunshine.”

Norma smiled through tears, then pulled out another treasure—a crayon drawing: a stick figure with wild hair and the word “Norma” scrawled above it. “You gave this to me. I kept it all these years.”

Patrick let out a shaky laugh. “I must have been four. I’m glad you kept it.”

They sat together, decades collapsing into a single, luminous moment. Finally, Patrick asked, “Do you have any family?”

Norma’s face shifted, pain flickering in her eyes. “I had a son—Miguel. I left him with my sister in Mexico when I came to care for your family. He was just three months old. I planned to send for him, but after I was deported, I lost him. I wrote letters, but he never replied. I think… he believes I abandoned him.”

Patrick’s heart broke. “You didn’t abandon him, Norma. You sacrificed everything for him—and for me.” He wiped his eyes. “Do you want to see him again?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Then I’ll help you find him,” Patrick said, determination settling in his chest.

That night, Patrick couldn’t sleep. He called in favors, reached out to contacts, and poured over old records. Days turned into a week, but finally, a lead emerged: a Miguel Alvarez, living in a small Texas town. Patrick made the call, explaining gently that he was searching for a man whose mother had been forced to leave him decades ago.

Miguel was cautious, his voice wary. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because she never stopped loving you,” Patrick said. “She’s here in Kansas City. She’s sick, but she’s holding on for you.”

There was silence, then: “I’ll come.”

When Miguel arrived at the care center, he was a man grown—broad-shouldered, eyes haunted but hopeful. Norma was waiting in her room, clutching the crayon drawing. When Miguel entered, she gasped, covering her mouth.

“Miguelito,” she whispered.

He knelt by her bed, tears streaming down his face. “I thought you left me. All these years, I thought I wasn’t enough.”

Norma shook her head, reaching for his hand. “You were everything. They took me away. I tried to come back. I wrote, I prayed… I never stopped loving you.”

Miguel pressed her hand to his cheek. “I know now. I’m sorry for all the years I was angry.”

Patrick stood quietly in the doorway, heart full. He watched as mother and son held each other, forty years of pain dissolving in the warmth of forgiveness.

Norma looked up at Patrick. “Thank you, Little Sunbeam. You brought my son home.”

Patrick smiled, tears shining in his eyes. “You gave me love when I needed it most. I could never forget you.”

In Norma’s final days, Miguel stayed by her side. Patrick visited often, bringing flowers and stories, sitting with them in the fading afternoon light. When Norma passed peacefully, her son’s hand in hers, she left behind more than memories—she left a legacy of love, sacrifice, and the quiet, steadfast hope that one day, the truth would be known.

At her memorial, Patrick spoke simply: “Norma taught me that love doesn’t disappear. It waits, it endures, and when the time is right, it finds its way home.”

And so, in a quiet room in Kansas City, a family was made whole again—not by fame or fortune, but by the courage to seek the truth, forgive the past, and choose love above all.

Patrick Mahomes Reads Bedtime Story to His Kids in Cute Shared Photo: ‘Sweetness’

Brittany Mahomes shared an image of the NFL star snuggled up with daughter Sterling and son Bronze

Patrick and Brittany Mahomes with their kids; Patrick reads Sterling and Bronze a bedtime story. Photo: Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

Patrick Mahomes has an adorable bedtime routine!

On Sunday, Aug. 18, his wife Brittany Mahomes shared a cute photo on her Instagram Stories showing their two children — daughter Sterling Skye, 3, and son Patrick “Bronze” Mahomes III, 20 months — snuggling on their dad’s lap while reading a story before bed.

The trio looked at a book while Sterling held a flashlight in the sweet snap, with Brittany, 28, explaining that their youngest child had recently been added to the routine.

“Bronze started getting very mad he didn’t get to participate in Sterling and Dad’s bedtime routine, so he now has been added and mom gets to watch this sweetness,” the pregnant Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model wrote, adding a teary-eyed and white love heart emoji.

Patrick Mahomes reads Sterling and Bronze a bedtime story.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

“Sterling’s job is to hold the flashlight so they can see the book,” she added, alongside two crying laughing emojis, tagging Patrick, also 28.

Earlier that day, Brittany, who is expecting the couple’s third baby, shared some cute snaps from their family breakfast outing on her Instagram Stories.

“Had a fam breakfast date this morning and could they get any cuter?” Brittany wrote over a snapshot of her kids hugging.

A second photo showed Sterling playfully gripping Bronze around the neck. “Quickly turned into a choke hold,” Brittany wrote over a second image, including a laughing emoji.

Patrick is now back to work after his team the Kansas City Chiefs beat the San Francisco 49ers in the 2024 Super Bowl in February.

Patrick and Brittany Mahomes with their kids Sterling and Bronze.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

On Saturday, Aug. 17, Brittany and the kids headed to watch the Chiefs play the Detroit Lions in an NFL pre-season game at Arrowhead Stadium, with Sterling bringing her doll along to watch the action.

“The baby was not left behind today,” Brittany wrote over one photo, adding two laughing emojis.

She also shared a carousel of images on Instagram of the family on the pitch, writing in the caption, “Gamedays are here❤️💛.”

The Mahomes family have enjoyed some quality time together over the summer, with them returning to the U.S. last month following a jam-packed European vacation which included stops in London, Portugal, Spain, Italy, and more.