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.
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