Honoring My Mother by New Definition

My mom.. and her cute self.
My mom.. and her cute self.

There are 1 1/2 hours remaining of Mother’s Day. There is one woman whom if she had not have lived, I would not have lived.

She was born in Omaha, Nebraska and raised in Denver, Colorado, as a baby boomer into a working class family. Her father had a degree and a teaching certificate but could only get a job pushing a broom due to discrimination. She was the bright oldest child of three and grew up as a daddy’s girl. She lived in the same home on 26th and Fillmore throughout her childhood.

While attending Manual high school she played leading roles in long running school plays. She was intensely active sharing her energies between singing, acting and cheerleading. Her senior year in high school was during one of the most pivotal points of American history, she was blooming as the Civil Rights Movement was doing the same. She attended CSU (Colo State University) for a short time until transferring to FAMU (Florida A&M) where she met my father. They married while she was at the tender age of 22 and I came along about a year later, (enter the best part of this story) lol. In her early 30’s she gave birth to her second daughter.

She was an entrepreneur to her heart. She shelved products in her basement and held presentations in corner office spaces to sell goods. I jokingly told her that she could sell me the shoes I was wearing. My mother wanted the best for her children, she dreamed big, she had big hopes. She like we all had her burdens and battles that made getting to the end of her goals very difficult, but the one thing I admire about her most was her desire to be an owner and not an employee. To dream bigger than her present circumstances. I’m truly grateful that. She passed on November 13, 2004.

The day she died is my before and after, there is only what was before and now what is after. Today I honor her, she was my mother. To honor is to show reverence or respect. It is not to make believe that the relationship with the honoree was made of peaches and cream, but it is understanding that you came from her. She deserves respect starting at the sacrifice of your birth. So regardless of the struggles of our relationship, I honor her.

I feel connected to her now on a level that I didn’t experience while she was on earth. I know now that she sees me. While she was here she could only see in part, now she sees clearly because she sits with the Father. She has no more sorrow, she has no more pain, no more sickness. Where she resides is glorious and I cant wait to see her again. We will have what we never had before, connection, but at that time, it will be for keeps.

Marsha King-Lane
9/12/50-11/13/04

{If your mother is still alive I highly recommend that you get to know her, her background, her history, her past. Even if in it you find mistakes and pain, you will be blessed because you know who she is and how she arrived to where she is. In doing so, you’ll learn yourself. I recommend doing this before you are forced to do so while preparing a eulogy.} #HonorThyMother

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