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I was doing
some preliminary chores when I started thinking about how grateful and blessed
I am. I thought about my financial
situation and though it is not exactly where I would like it to be it’s not too
shabby. I also thought about my
children. If there is one thing that I
do know about my children is that they love me.
Even though they don’t shower me with material gifts they show me in
ways that mean more than material items how much I mean to them.
My oldest is
a girl child. In fact, I used to call
her that when she was a baby. I loved
her so much. As she blossomed into a
young lady I was always trying to protect her from unproductive relationships
such as avoiding the wrong crowd of people and the wrong male companion and so
forth. I was always thinking of the
following scriptures:
Do
not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness
with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has
Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever?
What agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the
living God; as God said, “I will make my dwelling among them and walk among
them, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. Therefore go out
from their midst, and be separate from them, says the Lord, and touch no
unclean thing; then I will welcome you, and I will be a father to you, and you
shall be sons and daughters to me, says the Lord Almighty.”
Of
course, every family goes through its ups and downs but for the most part we
have been up. I shared all the knowledge
that I knew with her in hopes that she would adhere to some of the principles
and mores that I grew up with. And I’m
glad to say that she turned out just fine.
She has realized her life passion, which is helping people, and now is
the President of a housing organization in our home town. I am so very proud of her and her
accomplishments. I still sometimes worry
about her because she is so generous. (But that is the way I was too, and that’s
why I worry for her). I always feel that
people take her kindness for weakness.
But let me tell you, when you’ve pushed her last button she can really
go off into a tantrum. I don’t like to
be around when that happens.
My
youngest is a male child. When he was a
baby I called him “Fennerman”. I know
you’re wondering where that came from.
It’s a combination name. “Friend
of Mine” and “Man child” squished together produced “Fennerman”. Well, at least that’s my interpretation of
the word.
He’s
a very attractive young man and also kind and considerate. In fact, when I moved to another state he
helped drive me there. When we got there
he decided to stay and not return to our home town because he felt as though I
needed him, which I did. I was going
blind and had problems driving and reading and so on. But I thought this was such a selfless act
that he decided he would do. Most times
it’s the girl child that gets stuck with the mom who needs help, but this time
it was the man child.
He
has a steady job where he gets paid like everybody else bi-weekly and buys his
gadgets. Before when working for his
uncle and stepfather he never got paid what he was worth if he got paid. Both characters claimed they paid on time and
gave him breaks that they didn’t give others, but I didn’t see it. I wonder why people feel they can misuse
their family and it makes it alright because they are family. I never got that. Anyway, this guy can cook like Betty Crocker,
he’s neat as a pin, he can organize anything and he is a loving person. I am proud of him also because being of color
his chances of survival were not that great.
Our young Black men are at risk and an endangered species.
But
my child has been blessed by God and protected by him also. It makes me think of the scripture which says
“Honor thy father and thy mother so that thy days will be long” or something to
that effect.
I
am abundantly grateful for being blessed with the care of these two most
precious individuals and constantly pray for their success and wellbeing.
I
love you kids - Mom
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