I’ve lived on this earth for 32 years and I’ve weathered many personal storms. I’ve lived the glamorous life and there were times when the ends just weren’t there. I’ve stood at death’s door and miraculously walked through it. I’ve love and married the most loving, patient & brilliant man that God ever created, but I lost my father to cancer. Throughout it all – I had God standing by, gently guiding me and encouraging me to get up and face the day, and a year later we had our first son.
I meet people and they tell me. “Nimfa, you are so strong.” I’m really not that strong. I’m a descendant of many strong women before me. If I’m strong - I received it by default. It’s in my DNA. I am fortunate – no – I am blessed to have been raised by a woman who never showed fear. She never backed down from anything or anyone and she gave me more than a hot cooked meal and sweet potato pie. She gave me an identity, pride, and the ability to survive in a world that might not always be kind to me. She went without many times so I could have. Growing up, there were times when we bumped heads. It wasn’t until I had children of my own that I realized the true sacrifices she made, and like so many of you, I was the one who said, “I’m not going to raise my child the way I was raised.” How quickly we eat our words. (LOL)
There is no greater love than the love of a Mother. There are times, even now, when I don’t feel well and I pick up the phone and call my Mother. As soon as I hear her voice I revert to a child, “Mama, I don’t feel good.” And in her loving fashion, she makes everything alright for me with her love. She has been the stronghold of my life and in some strange way I just always expect her to be here. My mind knows that is not reality, but my heart doesn’t want to accept it.
I realize that one day in the future she is going to go to sleep on this side and wake up in paradise. It is that reality that I struggle with these days.
The Intruders said it best…..
“I’ll ALWAYS LOVE MY MAMA – YOU ONLY GET ONE”
I meet people and they tell me. “Nimfa, you are so strong.” I’m really not that strong. I’m a descendant of many strong women before me. If I’m strong - I received it by default. It’s in my DNA. I am fortunate – no – I am blessed to have been raised by a woman who never showed fear. She never backed down from anything or anyone and she gave me more than a hot cooked meal and sweet potato pie. She gave me an identity, pride, and the ability to survive in a world that might not always be kind to me. She went without many times so I could have. Growing up, there were times when we bumped heads. It wasn’t until I had children of my own that I realized the true sacrifices she made, and like so many of you, I was the one who said, “I’m not going to raise my child the way I was raised.” How quickly we eat our words. (LOL)
There is no greater love than the love of a Mother. There are times, even now, when I don’t feel well and I pick up the phone and call my Mother. As soon as I hear her voice I revert to a child, “Mama, I don’t feel good.” And in her loving fashion, she makes everything alright for me with her love. She has been the stronghold of my life and in some strange way I just always expect her to be here. My mind knows that is not reality, but my heart doesn’t want to accept it.
I realize that one day in the future she is going to go to sleep on this side and wake up in paradise. It is that reality that I struggle with these days.
The Intruders said it best…..
“I’ll ALWAYS LOVE MY MAMA – YOU ONLY GET ONE”
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