HERE ARE YOUR FLOWERS

Growing up I was not the easiest child to raise, as I would fight in the streets, and would get suspended from school. I stayed in trouble. I was the child that probably got the most spankings of us all. I was the child, you had to pray a little harder for. I was the child parents were warned about. Adults would say, Keep your child away from her, she’s a bad influencer. Yet your love was always unconditional, you were always my constant. No matter how rough life would get, like the lioness, you would protect, defend, and get on bended knees, you covered me. You knew that was a stronger covenant than any weakness. You became a power source, I pulled from, for support. I’ve had a few heroes, but you were always my number one. I remember you used to say, You’re just like your Daddy, but in all actuality, I see more of you in me. I got your kind, loving streak. I have a sharp tongue, just like you too. When pushed, at times it's easy to walk away, the only exception is if someone is messing with your babies, and I am the same way. I know you really make this world a safer place for me, and our entire family. Lady I just love you. I am a firm believer in giving flowers to the living. As I begin to share with the world, the blessing, that’s given me life. I can’t think of a better woman to brag on. I present to you, Celestine my mommy, here are your flowers, while you’re still living.

Well I decided to write about my mother. She is the most selfless, humble person I know. She has been selfless since I’ve known her, so I think it's pretty safe to say, she has been this way for most of her life. She is the mother of three daughters, she’s given birth to. Yet she is mother to many others, who love and adore her just the same. Growing up she was “Mother Hen” and our home was “The House that Jack Built” always open to those in need of a warm clean place to sleep, eat, or just to visit, despite my dad's angry rants at times. My mother was not the neighborhood person, sitting out on the bench, like the other mothers did. She worked hard at the hospital, went to school at nights, as she worked towards earning her bachelor's degree, still making time to be a mother to her children, and all their friends. You were that old school, yet very cool mom. You were so pretty, yet you didn’t let that go to your head. You smiled a lot, when we were growing up. It’s funny how I can remember this, because, most know, I have a hard time remembering many parts of my past. Maybe I just block out what I don’t want to remember. I just remember everything about you, as I was growing up, in the projects, still thinking, we had everything. You really made things seem so easy in life. Even though I knew, it was really hard work, especially when I became a mother myself. I learned from my struggles, though you are always there, to help me get back up. Even when you just allowed me to find my own way. I appreciate your style of parenting. It's really made me a better human being, a greater mother to my own two children, and my grandson too. Please accept these flowers, I am sharing with you, for the world to see. You are worthy to be celebrated, you are loved so much, here are your flowers, while you're still living.

I remember one of the scariest times in my life. Teenage me made a huge mistake, I tried turning to my friends for advice, I remember, nothing they said, helped with my situation. I was terrified, because as I listened to my friends say, what their parents would do, if this had happened to them. I was lost and confused, I really didn’t know what else to do. My soul brought me right to you. I was scared, my demeanor was defeated, tears rolling down my face, I was so weak. I remember you just holding me. You reassured me, I would be okay. You jumped into mommy mode, took control, while making sure I was alright. You took such good care of me that day. You never once made me think, you were okay with my mistakes. You said your peace, and believe it or not, that day changed my life, and solidified our Mother Daughter relationship. There was a special bond formed from that day on. I knew you were my real life, role model. The woman I wanted to be, with my own babies. I was so grateful, when I became a mom, with a daughter, so I could try and be half the woman you are to me. Again I love to give flowers to the living, so Mommy, here are some more flowers to sweeten your air, because you are the type of woman that truly deserves to smell the roses every single day of your life. You are the epitome of what a GOOD mother looks like. You have raised your husband, your girls, your younger siblings, nieces, nephews, and a host of other people too. Celestine you showed a lot of people around the world your kind soul. You continue to give and give. You really make giving, look so damn easy. I am not just saying this because you are my mother. I say it because I’ve seen it, I say it because it's true. I've become a mini version of you, when it comes to giving and giving unselfishly. Mommy I know you have that mean streak, but like I said, in the beginning, it mainly shows, when someone messes with the ones you love, you’re such a sweetheart, mother.

March is Women's Appreciation Month, and I truly appreciate you Mommy. You are my power source. You are the woman I adore, and plenty others, feel the same way too. Your selflessness has made me look at you, as my real life Superhero.. Thank you for being a Blessing and understanding your role, as a mother, friend, and great human being. When he wakes you up, each and every day, I feel so honored. You are loved, worthy, appreciated and so much more. I love you more than words or flowers could truly express. Yet here I am trying my very best, to let the world see, just a glimpse of half the woman I have known you to be. The one I’ve loved my entire life. You were a great wife. You’re a superb mother, grandmother, great grandmother, daughter, sister, friend and more. You are worthy of all the love, you give, to be given right back, to you in return. So Celestine, my beautiful mother, here are your flowers, while you’re still alive to see the beauty you bring to the world. Thank you father, for entrusting this woman, My Mother Celestine, to give birth, teach, nurture discipline and unconditionally love me. Again so many will agree. Today and everyday, I celebrate you, with my whole heart filled with love, as I give you your flowers while you are still alive. Thank you for being who you are. Here are your flowers, while you're still alive.