Today, I was gon’ share about my experience in my first year of my doc program and then I remembered that today was Mother’s Day. Instead of focusing on myself, I have to give some space to my mother, a strong Black woman that overcame so much in raising not just one, but three Black men and one Black female in this world. When I was younger, my mother and I used to go at it quite often because my smart-a$$ mouth used to get me in trouble all the time (it still does) and she was quick with that belt (time and place never mattered either).
I did not understand the dynamics of our relationship and how the absence of my father played a role in our relationship. I didn’t see how much mom dukes sacrificed to provide for us and ensured that we had everything we needed. Now, we didn’t have a whole lot, but she definitely made it work. We had at least one gift for Christmas and we went clothes shopping during “no-sales tax on clothes” week. I had Sean John clothes, a gold grille, and more. This is the woman that encouraged me to travel the world and see what it had to offer. Also, she’s the woman that never shied away from telling someone off when she felt disrespected or insulted. My mom showed me the that as a Black man, the world wasn’t going to be kind, but not to ever let it deter me. I didn’t see it at the time, but as an adult, I’m happy that we had these talks.
I call her all the time to just say “thank you” for sharing the wisdom both seen and unseen, that’s helped me in navigating life. From her entrepreneurial spirit to her wit to all those a$$-whoopings she gave me, I see her traits in me now more than ever. So, mom, if you’re reading, thank you for being an exceptionally strong Black woman. Thank you for telling me when I’m right and when I’m wrong. Thank you for teaching me the “look” (98% of Black mothers use this to silence a room without ever saying a word). Thank you for giving me the freewill to decide how I feel about my father. Thank you for being you. I couldn’t imagine life without you, mom!