When its time to press forward its time to press forward. Stop looking back, to your sides, or any direction but straight ahead. There is power in your stance to press against the odds and the struggle. Keep going. Its time for that transformation to show its face. Move forward.
Opening up your perspective is uncomfortable. You’ll get confused, angry, bitter, and doubtful, but you will learn about yourself and the world you live in. You will become better and more accepting of people and ideas. Opening up your perspective will make you more comfortable with who you are and what you believe. Open your perspective.
She is becoming and no one can stop her progress. She is transforming, becoming something more than she ever imagined. Like the butterfly, she built her cocoon, but before anyone could realize how long shes been away, she broke out, starting from her mind, her old ways shedding like a snake’s scales, away and left like old news. She is becoming. She has made herself into something great. From the scars of her psyche, to the bruises pounding her heart, she made it. Althought she wanted to sit and enjoy the evergreens of complacency, she got up, and there she started her process…of becoming.
I saw myself change in a matter of a year. The transformation drastic. I can recognize who I am now, when before it was blurry. With the change came progress and opportunities. With opportunities came decisions. As I sit between my past and my future, I can’t help to see the beauty in the collision between the darkness and the light. I still have what I was in me, but as I grow farther from it, I see the lesson, and that lesson is the mist. The light is waiting to take over the rest.
How do I explain to a person that shows this much compassion that she is gold and worthy of more than this life itself?
That her deeds she feels goes unnoticed are the core value that instilled a generation of activism and empowerment.
That the tears that fall from her eyes are caught and kept locked away as a means of rebellion and ammunition for the fight that reveals the power we have as women.
That the burden she carries on her back I’ve extended my shoulders to carry as a napsack, as I give her fresh water to drink from.
I wash her feet with my thanks, I embrace her with my gratitude, yet it’s still not enough to cover all of the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
Her superwoman tendencies, her all or nothing mindset, she told me it’s all she knows how to be, and I said that’s all she has to be.
Her work is astounding, her effort phenomenal, and still all I’ve said and words still can’t explain the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
And people don’t know the importance of a mother, that her work, every generation she carries to raise and to nuture, to feed from her breast the milk of empathy, love, acceptance and power, that she has provided ten fold all that a mother can provide without an ounce of complaint.
She is the reason that I write and I’m learning to love every ounce of myself because if I’m anything, an onunce of what she is, I would be able to do and say, speak for all of my fellow women, that we are all powerful and able in everything because we decend from the mothers we came from.
So mom, with saying so much and not nearly enough, I owe you many thanks and all that I have in me, Happy super woman day because you are the epitome of greatness and if I’m lucky, I can be just like you when I grow up.
Continue with your courage and your bravery, to live as such an example that you are.
With all of me,