Like a comet
Blazing 'cross the evening sky
Gone too soon … (Jackson, 1991)
My mother left this physical space at age 61, far too soon. On March 4, 2019, she would have celebrated her 69th birthday. It is not ironic, the goal of women in the history of women in the history of women and men. Mom in her short years on this earth taught more than 40 years. However, the lessons she teaches me are particularly important and ongoing, especially as I grow older and hopefully wiser. To honor my mother on her birthday, for the sake of a woman's life, I'm here to learn that I've got my clover in her life
- Either You Have Brains or Brawns, Aim Either Way Use it!
My mother became an educator when she was 18 years old, a few months after I was born. She earned a reputation of being meticulous, strict and no-nonsense. These characteristics were not only demonstrated in her classroom, but also at home where my brothers and I were held to a (sometimes ridiculously) high standard of excellence. In a young age, I was not sure, but I was sure she would be inferring that I should push harder academically. As I grew older, I then realized that it was becoming clear that it was becoming clear that I needed it, my brain, as my hustle.
- Deferred Gratification Is Critical to Success
Mom more so engaged “Dr. Do Good, “the belt, for our physical punishment / motivation. We were quite knowledgeable of Maslow's Hierarchy and Sigmund Freud's theory of child development before we were teens. Accordingly, one of the following is the subject of the phrase “teaches us” in the following words: “We believe in delaying momentary pleasures for more substantive goals. At this stage in my journey, I would like to think that I would have had a great deal of experience in the past. did not always do that, defer that is LOL.
- It Is Not How You Start, But How You Finish
My mom was born in a poor community and as such started out socio-economically from the bottom. Additionally, she had a child at 17 years old. For many, this additional challenge would break their stride, not my mother. She is a college student, and is now a school principal in her mid-twenties. She died at 61 years old having impacted thousands of children's lives and achieved all of her goals. She was successful by being strategic and consistent, never allowing any insecurities to limit her for too long.
- Sometimes Your Wrong Turn is Your Road to Self-actualization
She bought me the beautiful gray dress with flower petals around the neck that I would wear on that first day. She visited my school, put my staff and hugged me in my beautiful, yellow office in Kissimmee, Florida. It was the first time I heard of it. “I had earned a first degree, worked in a Fortune 500 company in NYC, bought two houses. In fact, with each degree and socio-economic progress, it would have been possible, but it would be only in the future. she died four months later. My Dad in his wisdom, analyzed by me, Mom had self-actualized in that moment. I would like to add that because of the “mistake” (as I was labeled) had emerged as the torch of her legacy of being an educator. In so doing, it has been submitted to a better understanding of the concept of self-actualization in the knowledge of a greater purpose of intertwined destiny and purpose on this earth. Or at least, that is my prayer.
- Enjoy The Things And People You Love, You Can not Take Them With You
Mommy demonstrated herculean efforts to become solidly planted in the middle class with all its trimmings: Big house, closets, mothballed drawers with new sheets, comforters, towels, glassware and crockery etc. However, in her last few days, she was forced to stay in the city, where she would like to go to the studio in Kingston where she would have loved to breathe in her last breath. If she made that request because she knew it would be too difficult for us, we would never know. However, the house of her dreams, that she spent her life building and decorating meticulously would not house her lifeless body
- Displays of Strength Often Mask Layers of Vulnerabilities
Most people would venture to say that my mother was a pillar of strength. Indeed, that she was; she was a survivor, resilient, disciplined and strong-willed. However, it is very rare that we have so many children, I would have glimpse the vulnerabilities that she had so expertly masked in her life's journey. I recall in July 2009, when she was told that the cancer would have reclaimed her life, I was going to have her, she was quickly wiped out of her eyes and warned me. not giving up. “I have never seen my mom cry, I have witnessed a few vulnerable moments when tears. For example, at the first birthday party she had had, where friends gathered in Queens, NY and gave her gifts, she remarked, “I did not know that they loved me so much” and wiped that one tear. In the hospital room, I have been transitioned to the last days of my life, and I have been asked by many people, “My mom's calloused shell housed breads, vulnerabilities.” oceans of unshed tears like so many other women who must navigate life's treacherous paths to reach the summit. On the other hand, I have always been a big baby, I cry for the drop of a hat quite like my grandmother, her mother, she considered both of us dramatic DWL. Upon analyzing my mom's journey, I have decided to continue crying. Coincidentally, since her death, I now cry so much less than I did that it was not even enough at her death.
- No Matter How Loved or Powerful You Are, When You Die, Life Continues
It was about my return to the United States after my death that I realized what the impact of her death meant. As I am in the bed after the morning of the morning, I hear the voice of my head, “I'm getting better and better.” as different life events magnify her absence, her pragmatism would interrupt my grievance. In different ways, I would be reminded of her prayer card that I would like to say, “I'm not sorry for me, for now I am free …” in harmony and that is what she would have wanted and what is life's seasons demand. “For everything there is a season …”
- Life is Short. Live it Well, With Purpose
My mom lived a rather short, yet purposeful life. Every person who has ever met her story, strength and high expectations. As evidenced by the thousands who attended to their life, my mother's life was well lived. In death, I have learned more about her than I did in her life. As her only daughter, and oldest child, we did not always have a synchronized, harmonious relationship. Like her, I am strong willed, so we clashed in those hormonal teenage and early adult years. As usual, I have tried to keep myself safe and secure, I resisted conformity. I sought to forge my own colorful track, not wanting to be like, and we often disappointed and hurt each other; albeit, not an uncommon mother-daughter relationship. The irony is, I like it in so many ways, especially professionally. With a smile and a smile, I can proudly acknowledge the similarities and affirm them as the highest compliment I could be paid. I am just more comfortable letting my tears cleanse my palate of vulnerability, insecurity and bread, and one of our mutual friends said I am “more outgoing” AND, I must emphasize, I choose NOT to be meticulous !!
Thank you for your Mommy for the nine months you carried me.
Thank You for Ever Expecting More of Me.
Thank you for your fighting spirit and resilience.
Thank You for Your Legacy of Serving Leadership
I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL TO BE YOUR DAUGHTER