Welcome to my Page. I am so glad that you are here. Remember those that have paved the way for you. My goal is to share some of my failures and successes, to solve a few problems, to connect, inspire,to motivate,to reach others one person at a time, to be a blessing to someone, and to let others know they are not alone. I am truly blessed. I give all praises to God. Without God where would I be?
Mothers are unique and should be
honored throughout the year not just on Mother's Day. What does
your mother mean to you? There are father's, grandmother's, and
others that have been mothers for so many.
I did not know my mother very well as I
was raised by my father and grandmother. I called my mother mama.
Probably because that was what I heard my father calling her, so she
was mama to me also. There are a few things I remember about my
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mother and father never married. At the age of two I was in Foster
Care. I remember so well, because I did not want to be there. My
father explained to me he had to go to court to get me. That was all
I knew at the time. A boy about 6 or 7 years kept hitting me in the
head and the Foster Care Lady did nothing. Although I do not
remember a lot about my mother, I remember she visited me there
and witnessed the little boy hitting me. After my mother yelled and
hollered at the Foster Care mother, the little boy never hit me
again. I was so thankful for my mother that day. Finally, my father
came to get me. I told the Foster Care Mother, "I am going home and I
will not be back." I lived with my father and grandmother and that
was home for me. My father would still take me to visit my mother.
I told him one day, “I do not have to see my mother, I have you.”
His response to me in a quiet voice, “You are going to see your
mother.” He made it clear that it was non-negotiable. I did not
understand then, although I do understand now.
I remember my grandmother was a small
petite woman. She always told me she was mixed with Indian. I
believe it too. I
remember both my grandmother and my mother were outspoken women.
Neither one of them would hold there tongues. Proverbs 18:21, “Death and life are
in the power of the tongue.” I recall as a young
child complaining to my father that he did not spend any time with
me. There would be times he would go to Chicago to party. I would
whine before he left stating over and over that he did not spend any time with me.
I was only about 3 years old, but I knew how to whine. I would
almost have him staying home. He would tell my grandmother, “Maybe I
should stay home.” Then my grandmother would tell him, “No
Steve, you go on and go, Betty will be alright.” I would be so mad
at my grandmother.
I remember my grandmother had small
moles on her face and on her body. I always said to myself that when
I grew up I would not have any moles. As a child have you ever said that you
would or would not be like your mother or father when you grew up?
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I remember we had our own strawberry
patch in the backyard. I could go pick fresh strawberries, whenever
I wanted. I thought that was a treat.
I remember my grandmother had no
problems whooping me. I remember her and my neighbor's mother told me
and my best friend Valda not to eat our neighbor's green apples.
Well one day our neighbor was not home and her son that was about our
age 5 or 6 years old told us to come get some green apples from the tree. Well we
thought we were in apple's heaven. When we got home my grandmother
asked if we ate the green apples. We knew we did, but we lied and
said no. Apparently, my best friend Valda's mother was watching from
her window and knew we ate them. My grandmother politely said go out
in the yard and bring me a switch. I naturally found the smallest switch I could find. My grandmother stated to me, “That is not a
switch.” She then went out and picked out the largest limb she
could find. Now she started whooping me. I was drama. I thought
let me start hollering before she even hit me. I would fall out in
the floor exclaiming, “You are hitting me in my head and my ear.”
She only replied, “If you hold still you would not get hit there.”
Those were days I will never forget.
I remember we had a housekeeper named
Adelia. I did not know why, I just know that we did have one. I
loved Adelia, she was very kind and very soft spoken unlike my
grandmother. I remember Adelia would comb my hair. I was very tender
headed and could not stand a lot of pulling on my hair.
I remember when I started school at age
4-years-old. I was so excited. I had already started reading at
around age 3 because I was so hungry for knowledge. My school was
Fredeick Douglass Elementary. It was a couple of blocks away. My
grandmother would always walk me to school. I did not want her to
walk me to school. I wanted to walk alone like a big kid. I told
her one day, “You do not have to walk me to school, I am not a
baby.” She replied, “I am walking you to school anyway.” I
remember as I got older she allowed me to walk to and from school
alone. This one particular day I stopped by the store. There was
this particular candy I wanted. There were so many kids there it
took me to long to get waited on. My grandmother said she was
worried and it took me too long to come home. I will always remember
that day, because, Yes, I got another whooping. I loved my
grandmother and I know she did what she felt was best for me at the
time. I will never forget her.