Mama's Growing Pains

If you count the total number of births before 1993, I'm sure the number is statistically staggering. That did not alter the fact that on April 24th of the same year I clearly believed that besides the ULTIMATE Divine Birth, a miracle had taken place: my first-born, my son. I won't even try to explain to you the overwhleming sense of pride, responsibility, and deep, unconditional love. I had never consciously considered loving anyone more than I loved myself, but in a matter of 41 weeks PLUS 19 hours in labor, my heart was no longer my own.

Anyone who truly knows me can tell you that my children are my lifeline. They are the source of my motivation and strength. In them I see myself, so everyday is a MUST to do better, be better. If you have ever seen on the Discovery Channel a lioness protecting her cubs from a group of hyenas, then you know it can get very dramatic and downright deadly. I PROMISE, the lioness has NOTHING on me when it comes to mine.  All I can say is, whatever is left of the business after I give it to you, their Nana, the prayer warrior is going to put the Holy Spirit on you! LMBO

Really though, 71st Homecoming and the entire Homecoming King episode this year taught me a very humbling lesson: time is slowly but surely winding up for me to protect my oldest from hard lessons, hurtful situations and people with less than honorable intentions.  WHEW! That's tough for me! The reality is my role is quickly moving from protector to supporter. Hard pill to swallow, but I will embrace my new role and be the very best at it. Failure is not an option. Luckily, no, blessedly, I have the PERFECT example of holding it down for your kids from my mom.

So, again I say, My King since 1993. Coming into his own...

Sisterhood at It's Finest

October 29 dawned a cool, sunny autumn morning. When I walked out of the house I felt the chill in the air and the hair on my neck stood at attention. I had no idea that before the sunset I would be warmed by witnessing sisterhood at it's finest.  The ladies (and gentlemen) of the Lilly Gym on the campus of Fayetteville State University ALL showed their support for breast cancer awareness by donning pink clothes or pink ribbons.  The effort in itself was enough to bring me a sense of sheer delight, especially considering that breast cancer is an issue near and dear to my heart.  I would like to say thank you to the ladies and gentlemen of the Lilly Gym (& a big MUAH to you, Mom, for organizing something so beautiful) for letting me know that there ARE people in the world who care, and that there are still people in the world who laugh (and not just because a camera is in the room). You all are an amazing bunch and I applaud you!