By Jeanie Summerville
Whatz up, babies?
We bring to you this beautiful specialty page, in honor, of two first ladies who are being saluted by their minister husbands—in honor, of our mothers who are still with us and to pay tribute to the mothers who has gone home to be with GOD and Jesus. Also, we bring to you a man who truly loves, cherishes and appreciates his mother while she’s living so that she may know, feel and understand what her love means to him and just how special she is to him. Then, we bring to you a woman who has just recently lost her mother so that she can share how she feels being without her this Mothers Day to honor her memory and to comfort others who have also lost their mothers. We bring both to you, in hope, that you and all yours can relate and feel the love and find comfort in knowing that love is real: This is what they have to say:
“Peace beyond to you, my name is Kevin Muhammad and I’m so grateful to GOD to still have my mother Sharon McDonald and she’s also well known as Sharon Lindsey. In my more mature years, I now understand a greater value of my mother. I’m not a traditionalist in terms of celebrating one particular day for mothers day because every day is mothers day. So, I’ll be spending time with her sitting, laughing and talking like we always do but it’s very valuable to me because she’s has always been my absolute best friend and so I’m going to spend some time with my best friend.
“There are so many things that I can say about my mother’s love for me and when I learned what she went through to simply bring me into the world I said, ‘Oh my GOD, this is not a regular human being right here, she’s something else like a super woman.’
“And, no matter what as a young child, I think my mother’s wisdom knew that I was going to go through so many trials. Because she’s been in the world longer than me, so she’s faced the trials that a teenager or adolescent would go through. So, she coached and guided me through all of my life experiences as a young child and she was able to bear all of my stupidity and difficulties and still remain a parent. She never gave up on me and like most of our parents, when we grow up. She wasn’t afraid to use the rod at anytime or in any place and she stuck with me no matter what choices I made. Even the great choices of me wanting to go to college, she was right there. If I wanted to play sports there was nothing that I needed or wanted for that my mother did not made sure that I had.
“So truly again, she’s my best friend and she’s an incredible lady. So many lessons, so much patience with me as her only son. My mother today suffers from having a series of strokes but she still has the big, bright, vibrant smile and the happy laughter and she still has that marvelous twinkle in her eye.”
“I’m Lenora Devreax and I’m saying this in loving remembrance of my mama Luevenia Storry, who left me Aug. 8, 2013. This is my first Mothers Day without her and I’m feeling lost, not ready, sad and the closer that mother’s day gets here, the more I cry because I know I can’t spend any time with her and I don’t know how I’m suppose to do this. But, I know that I have no choice but to deal with it and the sad part about it is that I have to do it all by myself. Because mama had a one on one relationship with each and every one of her children and we didn’t know how to share her so we didn’t. I’m quite sure she didn’t do that on purpose but it happened that way, so we don’t know how to stick together for Mothers Day because we never did a Mothers Day together. We tried but we never got it accomplished. My mama had seven children and all of us are still alive and we don’t know how to appreciate that and in my heart I would like for us to come together as siblings.
“What I remember most about my mama is her patiently combing my hair when I was little. You know how most kids get clucked on the head with the comb or brush? She never did that to me. She would put me across her lap and shake her knee to comfort me. Even as I got older she’d still shake her knee and the last time she did my hair, I was in junior high school and she still shook that knee when she’d comb my hair. I remember when I was four years old, her rubbing my hand in a big, old mason jar that was filled with ice water because I had grabbed the iron. I remember all of the compassion she had for me when I was real little and it seems like, back then, I got all of her attention. I cherish and remember the way she would say my name when she called me on the phone and the way she’d laugh and that’s crazy because now I laugh the same way. I remember the way she arranged her money in her billfold and that’s funny because I do the same thing. Now, the only thing I want to think about is the good times that we shared together and I had plenty with her privately because we had a beautiful relationship.
“I miss her every day and I find myself riding by her house and the tears comes again because I thought I had more time and I wasn’t ready. To comfort myself and others for our lost I say, remember all the good moments, big or small and delete the rest. If your mother is still alive, regardless of what went on in the past, apologize to her for anything negative regardless of who caused it and let the past be the past because if you don’t, you’ll have a lifetime of hurt.”