Today at 43, mother of two, age 16 and 22, daughter to mother age 62, I reflect on how I got this far. Anyone who knows me knows that I am far from touchy feely, so this took a lot for me to say.
My daughters don’t get the experience, I had of growing up in an extended family with my Granny and Great Aunts and Uncles. The Village. I prided myself early on with not needing the village, and look here at 43 I am back at home.
At 19 becoming a mother was a check on a list I didn’t want, but I embraced Bri and together we grew up, throwing some of the best parties ever attended, to this day. As she grew up, she grew out but that’s ok too, she is still my number #1 daughter, it says so in my phone, lol.
At 26, I was shocked with Amia, I was finally head back to my original plan and pregnant again. This experience gave me my” best friend”, let me clarify, I don’t have a favorite, I do or die for both and them me, but Amia and I share so much and have experienced so much together that she is like a best friend.
Both girls are dear in their own ways and have shaped my motherhood journey for the better being in my life.
Now for my mom. This is one woman, who through it all has been herself, she doesn’t care if that means selfish, crazy, lazy, or whatever its all Mrs. Whittaker, with 2-T’s. As my older self reflects on my younger self, I didn’t value her, heck maybe up to recently I didn’t value her, although always loving her. (By value, I mean giving her quirks, rules, way of doing things the respect it should have gotten because it made her who she was.)
On this Mother’s Day 2018, I can say that I am truly and genuinely grateful for my girls and my mom. They all are shaping me into a better woman in my old age, ha ha.
Nakia D. Whittaker-Woody xoxoxo