#39 The Strength of a Woman (Single Mothers Manifesto)
Today is my mother’s birthday. Although she’ll rib me for not calling as much as I should, I love her dearly. This woman has done so much for me and my three siblings—all by herself—and I feel there is never enough I can do to repay her for that.
Over the course of the past 32 years, my mom has sacrificed so much for me. From putting me in private school for 12 years—especially after I refused to transfer to another school when we moved from Brooklyn to Queens in my sophomore year of high school—to always blessing me with a gift for Christmas and my birthday the following day to letting my college girlfriend move in with us when she had no place to stay to consistently offering me a hot plate of food whenever I stop by the house.
My mom is Ms. Do-It-All. She not only taught me right from wrong, but how to cook, treat a woman, tie my shoes, cross the street and the importance of education, she is my blueprint for what a woman should be. Ladies, y’all can blame her for why I’m so picky.
People always say that women are the stronger sex. Not necessarily in terms of muscle mass but mental fortitude and pain threshold. My mom is the kind of woman that will wake her 10-year-old son up in the middle of the night and say, “The baby is on the way, I’m going to drive to the hospital.”
Groggy and confused, a young NWSO asks, “Who’s driving you, mommy?”
“I’m driving myself,” she’d respond like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I called Auntie Jessica and she’ll check on you later. I love you.”
This scene would play out two more times, as my baby brother was followed by a little sister and then another kid brother in three sequential years. If driving yourself to the hospital while in labor three separate times does not display the valor of this woman I don’t know what does.
Aside from my grandfather, there have been very few “men” in my life that have inspired me like my mother. She is my rock, my foundation and with out her I would fall. My greatest fear is that fateful day I will have to deal with your departure from this physical plane of existence.
I can’t imagine a world with out you and I won’t. Today is about celebrating your life and all that you mean to my brothers, sister and I. I’m sure I speak for them when I say, “We love you.” I just want to wish you a very happy birthday, mom.
Love eternally,
Your oldest son…
P.S.
Don’t be reading my blog, mom.
What are some of the most amazing things your mother has done for you—besides give you life, of course? How often do you thank her for all that she’s done? How often do you call/talk to your mom? Have you ever taken your mom for granted? Can you imagine what life would be like if she wasn’t there for you? Is that reality one of your biggest fears? Do you think good fathers tend to get the short end of the stick? Do you think that women are stronger than men?
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