The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men – from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
My baby girl is nine and too damn grown for her own good like most girls her age. She’s my “applehead”, my precocious third grader with a personality that could launch her own reality show in HD. Moonlighting as a mother, I bow humbled by the sustainers of life that created the greatest minds this planet has to offer. This Sunday is a sacred day to honor our beloved matriarchs and celebrate their angelic spirits despite their earthly flaws.
Raising a daughter alone has been one of the most humbling experiences that has allowed me to impart my mother’s wisdom that cradled my consciousness many moons ago. Fathers are also confronted with the complexities of our limitations as parents raising children without their moms. A mother’s love is strong enough to penetrate the boundaries of prison walls, emergency rooms, and the coldest of hearts. Her precious hands filling our empty bellies while replenishing our health through the worst of economic times.
Despite our maturity or lack thereof, mothers are the driving force of inspiration and the voice of reason when all hell breaks loose in this chaotic world . So as we descend upon the malls,restaurants,church pews, and cemeteries to honor our beloved heroes; let us take a moment to reflect on God’s greatest design and be grateful for Him allowing us to lease our mommies for this allotted period in our lives selfless.
She has carried the weight of the world on her shoulders and made it possible to govern multitudes with her divinely authority. Her prayers has allowed us to prosper in a land deemed appropriate for servitude and physical and mental abuse. Many women may come but few are chosen to nurture our souls when everyone and everything else fails. On behalf of Media Anarchist, I honor your dedication,patience,resilience, and beauty. Thank you for being who you are and allowing God to use you to inspire us along the way. Happy Mamas Day!
(This blog is dedicated to the memories of Ms. Edna Ward, Betty R. Franklin, Annie Dowling, Blunie McLeod,Sheila Harris, Evelyn D. McLeod, and Earline Franklin)