I Miss You Mommy
I am in my car on my way home from work and on the radio, I hear an 80’s love song that breached my defenses and there I was…crying and weeping for my Mommy. Yes, I said my Mommy. Let me preface that statement by stating that I am in my 50’s. My Mommy (and yes, I still call her Mommy thank you!) died eighteen years ago from metastatic breast cancer.
I am the oldest of nine children. When my Mommy gave birth to me, she was seventeen. At that time
(in my family) when a girl became pregnant, she married the father of the child. And, that was the way it was with my parents. They were mere teenagers when they married and went forth to produce a bustling and bursting household.
During those times, no one held out much hope that my parents and our enlarging brood would really amount to anything. Come on! Teenage parents? My Mommy had to drop out of high school to have me and then…the others. My Father worked, and worked and worked to support our family. I can remember whenever we went to a family affair there would be whispers (loud whispers) about how much we, the children ate, the clothes we were wearing, or not wearing, and generally snide remarks about the breedability of my mother.
Back to the car. I wish my Mommy could see me now. I am standing at the edge of my greatness. Now, my Mommy would tell me that I am already great. But, this is my definition of greatness, my definition of success, and accomplishment. I am about to be a bestselling author. I am a bestselling author! This is an accomplishment that I truly relish because it spits in the eye of those detractors of my family and my Mommy so long ago. This success among the other successes in my life is the sweetest. My daring, my inspiration, and my drive to success comes from my parents. They were and still are the greatest inspiration I have ever known. Parents are like that…in retrospect.
So, I would say to you needing some emotional support right now to continue towards your goal, that you do not have to look any further than your parents. From your parents you derive your greatest gift
How many cares one
loses when one decides
not to be something but
to be someone.
Coco Chanel
Author, Adrienne Zurub is a CNOR (certified nurse operating room) with a bachelor’s degree in Psychology, a master’s degree in Philosophy as well as her nursing degree.
She is the author of
‘Notes From the Mothership ~ The Naked Invisibles’
a nonfiction work that incorporates and coalesces elements of her open heart experiences among other aspects of her vivid and attentive life.
Ms. Zurub is a Speaker and member of Toastmasters Club 6500 with a CC designation.
She is a member of NSAOhio chapter.
Ms. Zurub is an active volunteer with the Cleveland Clinic Speakers Bureau giving health talks in throughout the communities of Cleveland.
Ms. Zurub is an actor, comedian and pOet. She loves plastic surgery shows, waiting for magical things to happen, world travel, and quietly judging others.
http://chasewunderlickpublishers.com.cn, http://adriennezurub.com
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