Mothers Day

Last year Mother’s Day, I couldn’t pull myself together enough to be on social media. I knew that seeing everybody celebrating their moms wasn’t going to be good for me, so I avoided it all together.

This year I was less jealous, because I realized jealousy is a signal to what you want in your life. Although I can’t have my mom here, I can still celebrate her and I can still be happy for those who are celebrating their moms on this side of the grave. 

My moms passing opened my eyes to a lot of things. One of them being, people aren’t truly celebrated until they’ve passed on. I don’t want that to be the case for those around me so from now on, each week I am going to let someone know how impactful they are or were to me.
This week is the most impactful person ever, my mom. 

Here are a few things I loved about her;

My mom gave the best hugs. I don’t know what it was, but a hug from her always made everything better. 

I love her cooking. I remember as a kid when she baked bread it would be gone in a day. Her cream of wheat was the best, and those fried dumplings. Chef kiss.

She had the best handwriting. As a kid, I use to go in her draw, find her letters and mimic her handwriting. Her writing was always in cursive, so it was hard to to do but I kept trying. One of my favorite letters to mimic was her T’s. Matter of fact, her T is what I use for my signature to this day. 

My mom was a Fashionista. Anytime she was getting dressed to go somewhere, I watched her get ready. When she was gone, I played in all her stuff. Jewelry, makeup, clothes, shoes, you name it, I was in it. She would always tell me to leave her things alone. I would always so okay, and never listened. 😂

My mom was a movie person. When I was pregnant with my second child, we use to lay in the bed together watching reruns of a British sitcom called keeping up appearances. She would get to laughing at Hyacinth until she start crying. Sometimes I didn’t get the joke, but I would laugh because she would be cracking up. That is one of the fondest memories I have of her. 

I was proud that my mom was a seamstress. Anytime I saw someone with a hole in their pants I use to tell people my mom could fix that for you. I know now not to call people out about holes in their pants, but at that time I was young and proud and needed people to know. 

My mom left me the best message before she passed on. That message was so important for me to hear from her. I am so thankful she left it. 

My mom spoke her mind and I loved it. I was always too timid to speak up for myself. Eventually something triggered and I stopped backing down. A lot of how she handled situations helped when I found myself in similars ones. I am forever grateful for all of the times I was able to witness it. 

The most incredible thing about my mom is that she NEVER gave up no matter what odds she faced. There were so many situations where I thought she was defeated and in my mind she was gonna cry in the car. She never did. When one door closed, she found another. Quick story, when I was about 11 years old my mom decided to move to the United States. We all flew in separately for whatever reason. On this particular trip it was me, my cousin, and two of my sisters trying to fly out of paradise island in the Bahamas. We got to the airport all packed up and ready to go. Got past the ticket counter… once we got to US immigration they were like, nah! I remember being so devastated and thinking I was never going to see my mom again (yes, that dramatic) Anyway, my cousin called and told my mom what had happened. My mom was like okay, here’s what to do. Go to Nassau airport and fly out there. In my mind, I was like this is not going to work. Guess what? I’ve been in the US for about 20 plus years all because she decided not to give up. Because of her I was able to build a life for myself and my family. For that, I am forever grateful and my life will always be dedicated to her legacy.