My Mother's!

I know that there are a lot of mother's out there wondering what will their kids grow up to be?  As a father I ask the same question sometimes.  I have 3 children and I look at them and then remember what it was like growing up at their age.  I am a child of the seventies and music was my thing looking out the window wondering when I would be able to drive and go where no one would bother me and just let me be.  Being the oldest of 3 boys and having more sense then some of the adult men that I was used to seeing around the neighborhood made me realize that I didn't like being a kid..lol  Being a kid meant that you had to come in the house and eat whatever somebody else cooked, you had to listen to the rules or get a roasting that made you feel smaller that you really were.  I think all of us said that we hated our mother at some point in time because she just didn't understand where we were coming from.  If there was a father in the picture, we wondered when did he get off work and spend time with you?  Why was he always scratching his belly in front of the television smelling like old shoes and vadellia onions.

I was one of the few children that didn't grow up with his father.  Maybe it was for the best but never the less I grew up!  Being a teacher or learning to teach has it's advantages for me.  I see how much more I have to learn.  I used to have to defend myself a lot when I was young because I was the shortest of the bunch and the loudest.  But my thought process went beyond the normal parameters now that I look back on it.  I have my grandmother to thank for that because she would always tell me to think and open my eyes.  Man!  I didn't know what she was talking about until I was 25...lol  I started to notice life had become of a challenge, rent was going up, women were getting more and more irritated with men, and babies were being born my Luther Vandross no matter what you did...lol

So I guess I dedicate my life to my grandmother and all the mothers that didn't have a chance to say we love you and that you make the best of who you are....

I dedicate this to the fathers that just didn't understand the woman's plan...

I dedicate this to me for being who I am...

I'M A teacher....

     

     MY GRANDMOTHER                                                                                                   

ME AT 5 YEARS OLD


AND MY MOTHER