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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

{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

Dedicated to Mothers – Mother is a Verb

My luv bug and me. Taking these lemons and making lemon spritzer.

Today is the day we stop and honor mothers. When I put this video together I didnt realize initially how sacred it would be. In one of the final edits this morning at 1 am, while trying to clear nasal passages from the cold my baby boy passed on to me, I was in full swing of the ugly, cant breath through either nostril, heart arrested, full blown cry. Then I cried some more, then couldn’t stop crying. It’s amazing how the giver receives gifts.

In seeing these babies, toddlers, kids and teens dance across the screen over musical poetry it appears that some depths were reached. I didn’t expect that. I expected a pretty video and for some friends to be pleased with seeing their joy bundles on screen. While the video is pretty and do hope these moms really enjoy it as much as I did, this goes much deeper.

This video speaks to the heart of what we want for children. It speaks to the pure spirit each child is born with and the sacred task we as mothers have to nurture them to the fullest and grandest arrival of themselves. Prancing around in pink tutus, and swinging plastic swords are these little special deposits of God’s image here in live flesh. #Whoa. This is a snapshot of the very things that we want for our children. For them to have joy, to accomplish their heart’s desires, to be secure, fulfilled, loved. We want them to do better than we did. We want them to live abundantly, and more abundantly.

So I have some unexpected feelings going on. Along with a whole nutha level respect for video editors and the hours they put in, lol, I am also feeling quite differently about Mother’s Day altogether. Of course on this day it is customary to be honored as mothers, and we should be. But in this moment I am feeling the reverence of the title of Mother. The sovereignty in it. The roll that we play to a little person’s budding spirit, and to that I feel less like receiving honor, and more like feeling honored to have the title itself. #InAwe.

To all you mom’s, you single moms, you mom’s to multiples, you grandmoms who are moms, you sisters who are moms, you mother-playing moms, from godmothers, to caretakers to mentors, I salute you. You deserve more than your flowers while you yet live, you deserve a harvest of bouquets. We salute the women who have mothered us.  And for those without mothers either from death or abandonment, I salute you.  You deserve your own two day holiday.

~Miracles and Blessings Ladies, Miracles and Blessings!

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