I Want Them To Know My Name

 Today has been a slow, quiet and mellow day. I felt so good when I woke up this morning and I thank God for another day. I've been listening to this Tracy Chapman song title "The Promise" and it has a very warm place in my heart. I feel especially blessed to see and touch my husband, son, daughter and especially look upon my dad and my frail mothers face. I am extremely blessed to have both my parents; even though, things aren't the same as they use to be. My Mom has chronic emphysema which has taken her beautiful energetic life from her (Read Blog: Comfy Couch). On many occasions as I sit and talk with my mother, she talks about her childhood. You see my Mom grew up in rural segregated Georgia at a time when blacks and whites were divided and could not attend the same schools. Her parents were poor farmers who picked cotton and worked another mans' farm in order to feed their children. She talks about how not only did she pick cotton in the hot blazing sun but at the age of seven had to prepare breakfast and dinner on a wood burning stove  for her parents and siblings.My Mom talks about growing up before her time and that her childhood was not especially a happy one.

Some of the things we talk about are good especially when she reflects on the good times with her siblings.Our talks are especially important to me because I get to know her past and what impacted her life and what made her the person she became. Talking with my Mom and how she was a little girl with hand me downs and torn shoes made her become a Mom and that her children would never wear hand me downs and torn shoes because this was her promise as a mother.

I've never worn torn hand me downs or ragged shoes and I am especially grateful to my Mom for loving me and spending her last dime so that me and my siblings would ever experience some of her unhappy childhood. The many conversations that my mom and I have I carry on this tradition with my own children because "I want my children to know my name." I want them to know where I come from and who brought me into this world. I want my children to know my parents full name and much about them because they are the reason I am here and so are they.  I'm not afraid to tell them why I think the way I do. I want them to know my life lessons so that they can learn from them and someday teach their children. I want them to know the good, bad and the sometimes ugly....I don't want them to guess who I am..."I want them to know my name." I tell my children everyday how much I love them. I want them to know without a shadow of doubt that they can count of me and that my word is written in stone. I want them to know and feel what a mother's love is..."I want them to know my name" because this is my promise. I want them to know that if the heavens call my name -  I want to have left no stone un-turn..."My children will know my name."

In the years to come and beyond I want to leave a legacy to my children of LOVE.

I want them to know my name.

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