A Mother’s Life

A Mother’s Story

Being raised in the inner city was challenging, there was constant drug activity on the streets, gunshots late in the evenings, and sirens blaring throughout the night.  This was the environment my mother raised four children on her own.  It was not easy, and I could write a book on how she managed to raise my siblings and me through this alone. However, I wanted to focus on her love and commitment to drive us to succeed regardless of our environment.

Being a single parent isn’t easy, especially if you have a job outside the home and cannot afford daycare or a babysitter.  This was the life my mother had to endure without the aid of no one, but her ambition to see her children succeed in life. She was always there when we needed her.  We always had clothes on our backs, shoes on our feet, and food on the table.  She was the model of a mother’s love and the epidemy of what a mother would do for her children, regardless of your environment.

Our First Teacher

Our Mothers where our first teachers, and growing up, I learned to love and how to love from my mother. Her unselfish acts of kindness and sacrifices for the family had a lasting impact on my life.  She inspired me to see what I could be and not what I am. She showed the realities of life and how to deal with them, and how unique I was to the world. Please my article “Concept of being You.”

Mothers teach us many things even when they are not speaking, their actions, smile, voice, and body language sends us signals that we all can relate. I know that when my mother smiled, she would light up the room. Think about it. When mommy is happy, everybody is happy, and when she is sad, everyone is sad. And when she gave you that special look, you knew precisely what that looked mean.  I got many of those growing up.

A Mother’s love

Mothers are very special people; they are individually unique, yet everyone on the planet has one, and every person has been influenced by their mother. And their bond of love for their children cannot be measured. This special bond is created in the womb, which can affirm that she loved you before she even laid eyes on you. And their love is so abundant that it pours out endlessly.  And when I think of a mother’s love, I think of 1 Corinthians 13.

1 Corinthians 13: 4 – 8:   Love is patient; love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not proud.  It does not dishonor others. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

“Mother’s Day comes once a year, but a mother’s love lasts forever.” ~ Fred Davis

A Mother’s Job

They say one of the toughest jobs in the world is being an Oil Rig worker because it taxes you physically and mentally; it involves working long hours in a challenging and hostile environment. However, this is like the role of a mother.

The role of a mother is also one of the toughest jobs in the world, if not the toughest. The job is so tough that God designed it for the women and not the men. It is a job that is never done; it is carry’s on through life.  Like the oil rig worker, it taxes you physically and mentally. It involves working long hours and in a challenging and hostile environment. However, unlike the oil rig worker, you do not get paid for it, nor can you quit it.

The role of a mother comes with many talents, skills, and responsibilities; they are teachers, coaches, mentors, cheerleaders, referees, cooks, chauffeur, and much more. And yet many of them have additional jobs outside the home, and to balance, this effectively requires strength, wisdom, and a lot of patience.

I Call Her Mommy

Some call their mother’s “Ma,” while others may call them mom, but my mother will always be “my” mom, so I call her mommy. I do not know about you, but to add that “MY” to the end of mom is special. Because it signifies a continuous connection and a sign to let her know that she is will always be my “mother,” and I will always be her “child.” A Father is God’s gift to the family, a mother is God’s gift to the world.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Inspired by: The loving memory of Veretta Davis (my mother) whom I miss and will always love and cherish, in this world and next.