I was raised by strong women. My mom and her mother taught me how to survive in this struggling world, because it was a struggle for both of them. My grandmother lived in slavery and my mom was born into it. And I got a little of it when I was born, but I thank God for all that they have done for me.
They taught me how to love, how to believe in what I’m doing, and to make great choices. My belief in God is my ultimate strength because I have been through a lotta ups and downs. But knowing the strength of Mary, when she had to endure the ridicule and torture of her Son, Jesus Christ, makes me realize that my lil’ problems are nothing. He is my everything; my strength, and my passion to love even when it’s not returned. My Mama grilled that into me as a child, but when I became a Mom, it all came to me. That is a great gift. A Mother is loving, nurturing, a teacher, and sometimes a father.
I stand today on the backs of Mary, my mom and grandmother – thanking God for them, in order for me to exist.
And I honor all women, with or without children.