My Mom with the Superpowers

I now realize that the love my mother gave her children was all that she could give. I list my father at the age of four so that left my mother to take care of five children by herself. And through the years it wasn’t easy and she didn’t hide it from me. I would ask her about my father and she wouldn’t answer my questions. People would call the house for him and she would tell me to tell them that he wasn’t home.

It wasn’t until after I turned eight that I realized what my father’s name was. While my siblings tried to go out with their lives I couldn’t I wanted to know more about this woman that had so much on her shoulders and showed only me her pain. We would stay up late and watch Arsenio Hall on late night television. And Dr. Who on television along with “Are you bring served”? I never liked watching it but it was time that I had with my mother that counted.

My mother gave birth to eight children and lost four of them. And I would wonder no marvel at the fact that my mother was still functioning still alive. Until that changed my siblings and I were taken from her when I was eight years old. But we still kept in touch and visited her. I decided to make her some Breakfast to show her that her twelve-year-old was capable of taking care of her.

And when I showed her this beautiful spread of delectable delights my mom just sat in her seat and didn’t say a word. I late was notified that she had mental health issues. And that she was in a hospital so I wanted to again see this woman my mother who taught me that love is the strongest form on the planet and it can give you the ability to do anything. And I went to visit my mother walking past individuals screaming and yelling at themselves. I wasn’t moved because at the end of this long hallway was my mother.

The woman who has survived death and life and still had to story to tell. And the first thing I saw on her face was a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back when my mother smiled at you. Her smile contained all of the love inside of her too could not help but be infected by it. Her love consumed you and that’s when I knew a smile can change the narrative of any story. When my mother passed away, I knew the day, time, and hour.

I was awoken by a large sound that seemed to echo my very soul. I didn’t cry I just smiled because I knew that she was doing the same. I had them when on and married and became a mother of four beautiful children. And I’ve realized that loving your kids is what they should know you have got them more than anything else. Because love ignites the fire inside a lost soul.

Love was All my mother had to offer and it reminds me of a Mother Giraffe. They have the height advantage able to reach what the child cannot. But the mother is so far away from her children. My Mother always towered over us because she was six feet foot inches tall. She gave out her love how she could in doses. And when I needed more, I would ask and she would give along with the rest of my siblings and I see now that when she wasn’t doing for her children she was just trying to live and be.

I could never quite reach her but whatever I needed she was available to give. I honor my mother who continued to do what was best for her children. Never thinking of herself. I take a page from her book but choose to redefine what a mother truly should be through my connection to my mother and learned experiences. I’ve learned to take time out for myself and day no when it’s necessary. I’ll continue to smile so that my light can shine through this dark world. And I’ve learned to take the good with the bad. And with every day that I am given to Love.