Originally Published on Mother’s Day 2020; Updated May 2, 2021 for Mother’s Day 2021
This is what I call a freehand post.
This is why I am posting it so late into the morning, for me. I generally wake up early in the morning with the spirits, good ones of course.
I am in Washington Park, Denver Colorado, USA. I’m about to ground, pray, and meditate.
Today is Mother’s Day. This is always an emotional time for me because I loved my mother intensely. We loved and trusted each other equally. You could say I was her Golden Child. I treated her like a queen. Caring for her in her final year near costed every thing I possessed, nearly my life. And, if I could have given, for her, I would have.
I travelled the world with her, Africa, Europe, The US, Caribbean, Mexico, Central America, Middle East, and more. She was “my favorite girl in the world”.
This was magical for her, She was a humble woman, born into servitude.
She lived through the Great Depression, the Spanish Influenza Pandemic, served as a maid for nearly 50 years, raising 5 children, and 9 of her own.
She was left to solely care for her mother and grandfather and forgave her high school education to serve, when called.
She was incredible, born on the Day of the Feast of the Guardian Angels!
She is now my Guardian Angel.
She taught me how to smile, through storms, and how to conquer them.
She placed fire in my heart to be passionate in Faith, Truth, Determination, and Serving, or not at all.
She is the foundation of who I am.
I am emotional because she ascended to heaven three days after Mother’s Day in 2014.
She died of cancer at a wonderful age of 96. She waited patiently for my disgruntled siblings to greet her on her final days of life. But, their anger and rivalry with me as sole caregiver was stronger than their love for her.
They never showed.
Her final words to me were “you did good”. God entered our home, with angels, and carried her away quietly and gently.
When I discovered what had happen in the still of the night the next morning, all I could see was her lying lifeless in her bed, with an express of nirvana and a Mona Lisa smile.
She told me to help others, “and don’t worry about no money!”. I have been helping other ever since.
I’m still loving Lil Eunice. …My favorite girl in the world.” Kevy
I am just typing it onto the webpage as thoughts come to mind. I did not have time to prepare for this post because I have been reflecting on my mother so intensely.
I was so focused on saying the right words that I just could not pull it together.
So, here I am on the morning of Mother’s Day, without a clue as to what to say. I am adlibbing y’all.
Mother’s Day, my mother’s birthday, and the day of her passing are always very introspective. I appreciate the beauty of having 3 official days on the calendar to reflect on how much I love my mother, the wisdom she passed on to me, and how much she loves me.
Sometimes I want to be apologetic about the closeness of our relationship, relative to my siblings, but I have nothing to apologize about. I simply loved her very much, and she had unshakable love and trust for me, entrusting me with solely caring for her, in the final 4+ years of her illustrious life.
I know that it is not good to think of mothers having favorites, but I may have been hers. She is certainly “my favorite girl in the world”.
I was her favorite namely because I was given additional pampering as an infant to compensate for my father dying when I was 8 months old. Those early years were formative because they cast an impenetrable bond between us.
Later, I would show my appreciation by treating her like a queen all of my adult life. Eventually, it was as if I was her mother because I cared for her until she transitioned at the ripe age of 96.
Moma, you know I love you.
Moma, you know that I miss you.
I will never leave you.
You will forever guide my steps.
You will forever be my Angel.
…Forever my mentor.
Here’s a short but neo-soulful treat from NYC group Mother’s Favorite Child.
I am no longer grieving. It took several years to manage that.
The one thing that helped me overcome grieving was realizing that my mother is still in my life.
Her spirit acts as an inner feeling, a compass, that guides everything that I do. The wisdom that you left for me resonates daily as I travel down life’s road.
I believe that all mothers are special.
As I think about the stories of my mother being born in 1918, during the Spanish Influenza pandemic, surviving The Great Depression, working as a maid in the Deep South for the same family for almost 50 years, retiring at 89 years old, and giving birth to me, and to nine other children, I know that she had a special connection with the Lord. She had unshakable faith, and was a “tough titty”. These things could not have been accomplished had it not been for her passion for the Lord.
I believe that all mothers are special regardless of their status, mistakes, or sophistication. Because I have a great understanding of the magnificence of the human body, I see childbirth as nothing short of a miracle. I believe that mothers have a special connection with God to endure the trials and pain of childbirth to bring another Body, Spirit, and Soul into the world.
I am convinced simply by the magnificence of the process of childbirth that all mothers share a special connection with God. Fathers, sacred as well, do not have this spiritual connection. Fathers do not create life, mothers do, and bear the inconvenience and pain, for many years past childbirth.
I believe that the bond between mother and child never ends. As a part of them, the child never really grows, and forever remains “their baby”. I spoke with an elderly woman the other day, whose son is very ill with coronavirus. He was fighting for his life in ICU, and she referred to her son, almost sixty years of age, as “her baby”.
We will always be our mother’s baby, and our mother will always be our mommy.
Videos Posts & Poems
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Mother-Son Relationship: Why It Is Important And How It Evolves Over Years – KALPANA M – DECEMBER 9, 2019
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Roses in Morning Sun
By Kevy Michaels
Crushing stems, leaves
Attention crushed too
Sound is overshadowed
By my Intention
In a rare zone
Where neither empty nor full
Thankful for the new day
As it is
Overwhelming all other thoughts
Before they are imagined into existence
Sun’s reigning supreme
In the freshness of morning solitude
Beauty surrounds me
All surrenders to Light
Flowers are smiling
It is obvious
By how they pose for passers-by
Trees bow in exquisite Grace
Branches nearly touching the ground
Captivated by Roses for a moment
Red, white and pink
Adorning the park’s Colonial garden
Bringing tears of joy
…And grief to my eyes
My mother joins me
But as an angel
As I reflect on how my Eunice
Loved her roses
She would start new bushes from stems
And years later brag
On ‘raising’ them from a twig.
I raised new roses for her
When she could no longer
Planting them around her home
So that she could discover new ones
As she stood with her walker in delight
…Peeping on the side of her
Historic gallery home
The moment of tears
Then quickly leave
Eunice returns to paradise
New Joyous visions create new smiles
…And encouraging looks to the sky,
…Invites the presence of many angels
Who lead me to a matrix
Of Pansies and Petunias
In Orange, Lemon, and Blue Frost
Surrounded by Pigeon Purple Cabbage
Such decorative garden trimmings
Conspiring to lift me even higher
And it worked
Then to a mound of Lavender
With brilliant flower blossoms
Vibrant like fireworks!
Exciting a swarm of bees
Who suspend themselves as graceful as ballerinas
…The bees are truly Grateful indeed
…Just as I am
To savor in such brief moments
I wrote this poem one year ogo on Mother’s Day 2019 as I reflected on how our roles had switched. As her sole caregiver, it was as if I were her mother. Kevy
Happy Mother’s Day
By Kevy Michaels
Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day to me
I’m a mother to my mother
And anything she needs me to be
Cause that’s how much I love her
I celebrate her every day
And I do everything to honor her
….Just the way that Moses said
She gave up a part of herself for me
So I must do the same for her
And I am honored to serve
Just as if I’m
Protecting her with all I got
Giving value to life
She & God gave to me
Providing for her
And a life stress-free
She’s paid her dues
Even years before I arrived
She’s paid the ultimate price
It’s easy to give to her
So today I may seem a little overly excited
While my angel and I frolic & play
I’m honoring her just as I normally do
I’m also celebrating Mother’s Day.
Mother Tribute Videos
A Tribute to all Mothers – May 9, 2020 – Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Singapore
Happy Mother’s Day – A Beautiful Video – May 1, 2010 – Galaxy Dreaming
Mother’s Day – May 6, 2013 – Family Today
Shelby Davis Reading Black Mother Woman by Audre Lorde – May 23, 2014 – The Ride or Die Project
When God Created Mothers – May 8, 2011 – StewART Photo
Mother’s Day Music Videos
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