Editorials
What My Mom Means To Me
By: K.D. Perry
Qualexcel@gmail.com
My mother to me is a rock. She held on when there seemed nothing to hold on to. She is tenacious, edgy, sassy, and quirky. Jacqueline Marie Hawkins-Thomas is a fighter. Although we’ve not seen eye to eye in everything, we still feel heart to heart. My mother has done her duty to make sure that I’ve become the man I am today; of course she has upset me at times and sure we’ve fought but she remains my mother and I remain her son. Some say why do you act that why? Why do you do that? My response to them: “ I get it from my momma”. I for the most part had to fight myself just to stay alive. From birth up until today I’ve fought… “ I had to fight my daddy, I’ve had to fight my brotha… and I’ll be damned if I gotta fight my own husband!” Just kidding! That was just a little of my inner dramatics trying to excape. Never-the-less, I’ve had to fight my way to the top. I’ve had to prove that I was better than the average. I’ve had to do dream bigger, think quicker, be a little more strategic than the rest. You might ask “Why?” Well, like I say all the time, the truth is always in your eyes.
That look momma gave me from time to time wasn’t the “I’m gonna get you sucka” look, but it was the “You know better than that” look. That sometimes hurt more than any words and it hurt more than any whoopin’. Yes I said it… She used to wear this behind out. But it all paid off. Today I writing, singing, speaking, and living life without regret and living like life is golden because of one woman and her representative formally known as God. With her representative on hand at all times, regardless of the lack of a “father figure”, and with the long hours she often had to work away from home, I would say that I’ve turned out alright.
My mother is and always will be because it is her blood which represent dreams untold and vision snot yet seen. With all the wisdom obtained in her lifetime, every bit of her heavy mantle will be placed upon me when she is laid to rest. Jackie may not be famous, she may not be rich, she may not be a size zero, and she may not have hair down to her behind, but she will always be in my heart. Thank you mom for all that you’ve done and all that you will do. If there’s ever a time for me to say thank you, that is now. May you continue to be there when I rise and when I rise, may I be there to lift you up as a child should for his mother. You are reining now because of what you placed in my hands before I could think for myself. Thank you and I love you much.