I didn't grow up with her, but I'm
sure thankful she's still alive. We don't talk much whenever I visit but it's maximum
enjoyment; me just sitting there and drinking from her personality of serenity.
She's a woman fully at peace with herself and with the world. She exudes this quiet
confidence like nothing can ever faze her. Her presence has a way it calms and
quiets my soul; my heart is at its best rest in her company. The depth of
wisdom when she speaks and the empathy that caps each word; her emotional equilibrium
and strength of character increase my admiration of her with a every trip I
make upcountry. She spends most of her days reading the Bible and praying. Perhaps that explains how, although her life path has been littered with thorns, she still carries herself with regal tranquility in a world full of din and many tumults. Sometimes I
can't help getting all dreamy about what life would have been like growing up under
her wings. Mom personifies royalty and I feel so blessed to have come from her
womb. Happy International Women's Day.
