Ever since she passed away, I admit it’s been hard to do big things. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how supportive my mother was when it came to my visions and work. When it came to the world and our community, Mama and I viewed it all pretty much from the same lens. Our depth and certainty often made us wonder if we belonged…
When it came to big things— productions, speaking engagements, my kids’ programs, or any milestone event— I could depend on her love, validation, and confirmation. These were all acts of care and kindness I could count on Mama to give freely from her heart.
Her eyes would literally sparkle when she witnessed her glory seeds sprouting.
So when big things happen now (i.e. an upcoming book release), the exhilaration is short lived.
I recently previewed a copy of my book, Serenity Everyday. I felt myself navigating many different emotions, from excitement and gratitude to numbness and indifference. I am aware that Mama will never read the book I chose to publish because of her push, encouragement, and endorsement of the whole serenity concept.
It’s a gut punch.
I agree with the sentiment of Abraham Lincoln: “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”