Jen, mommy, maaaa!, lady. I call my mother a lot of names and most of the time she answers to them. The running joke in my family is although I’m not an only child, when it comes to my mother, I have only child tendencies. I want all of her time and attention even though she insist on having a life outside of me and loving my siblings as much as she loves me. We talk every day on my way to work. She knows most of y’all business and loves y’all anyway. She has overcome so much and made it look easy. I have always known how blessed I was/am to have her as a mother and how blessed the people who get to encounter her are.

The older I get, the more I see her in myself. As confident as I believe myself to be, I haven’t always seen myself as courageous and capable of having difficult conversations and securely and consistently standing in my own truth. These were qualities that I had resolved my mother possessed but I didn’t.  Despite her best efforts to convince me of otherwise, it wasn’t until I was put in certain situations that I accepted that what my mother said about me hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. For me, this is the beauty of having an amazing mother. No matter how much I question my ability to be great, she continues to tell me I am. And no matter how much greater than her she wants me to be, I’ll always see her as the greatest.

Proverbs 31: 10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

January 2022