That September 4th morning in 1992 when I realized that my trip to the hospital meant that I was about to bring forth a life, I leaned over the top of the banister at your grandma’s house and cried. I broke into wailing sobs. Thoughts raced through my mind from wondering if I would be a good enough mom to you, to being honored that God would bless me with such a precious gift! And, naturally the labor pains were kicking my tail!
Nearly 24 years later, Dejaní — as you often remind me of the meaning of the name I crowned you with: “fighter for possession” — you’ve given me more reasons to be joyful than to be sorrowful. We most definitely have not always seen eye-to-eye, and we bump heads quite a bit, but I need for you to know that you are my true love.
I pray that God will continue to keep you covered, and that you will remember all of the good I have tried to instill in you. I also pray that you always lead, and only follow those decisions that will blossom into blessings – never anything that will result in your detriment.
As your mother, I’ve enjoyed growing with you by my side. You were my reason and excuse for reliving my youthfulness as we played Uno, colored pictures in coloring books, built skyscrapers out of plastic blocks, went to loud, dusty Monster Jam shows, watched every Disney movie that hit the theater, used a laundry basket as our race car, sang that stupid Barney song over and over while walking in a circle until I was dizzy, and played with play-doh until it clumped into the carpet…
I hope you enjoyed your childhood as much as I did! 😜
Our trip to the UniverSoul Circus this past weekend took me back to the fun times we’ve had. My love of music has been passed along to you, thankfully. We learned that the music of Kendrick Lamar does not excite my ears, while that one song by Drake will be purchased on payday (lol).
Proverbs 22:6 reminds me …
“Train up a child in the way he should go, And even when he is old he will not depart from it.”
I’ve done my best to provide you with a solid spiritual foundation. I struggled to pay for private schools to keep you in until you were almost in your junior year of high school. Never forget the years that you were a Junior Usher, or when you were part of the Vacation Bible School. You had to say your prayers, on your knees every night. Are you still praying throughout the day, Dejaní?
Also remember that I was no nonsense with you, and if you attempted to get out of line, you caught a bad one!
As your mother, my wish is for you to do even better than I ever will. Please soar and exceed expectations.