A Daughter of My Own
CeleXy |
I have always wanted a daughter.
A beautiful little girl, that I could
treat the way I treated my dolls. Comb and style her hair. Pick out her clothes. Dress her up like me. Enroll her in Brownies, Girl Scouts, Ballet, the best private schools; and, just basically show the world my mini-me.
I was pregnant. I prayed and prayed for a girl. Yes,
everyone told me to pray for a healthy baby. I let them pray for the healthy
baby and I continued to pray for a girl. I had a boy. He had gorgeous hair,
gorgeous eyes, and grew up to have a gorgeous
smile in spite of his thin lips. However,
he was not a girl.
I was pregnant (again, eight years later). I prayed
and prayed, and prayed for a little girl. The religious mind I was developing
screamed for me to pray for a healthy baby. I ignored the screaming and I
prayed for a little girl of my own. I finally gave birth, after an amniotic
transfusion and discovering I was two weeks overdue.
My baby had defecated inside the womb and
was immediately referred to as a “high risk” delivery. An emergency cesarean
section was ordered and I gave birth to…
A “Benjamin Button” looking boy (due to the drying out of his skin while in the womb two
weeks too long). Though his face featured enormous beautiful eyes and
long eyelashes that put a woman’s lashes to
shame and he possessed a perfectly shaped
head as a result of avoiding the birth canal; HE
was not a Girl!
I was pregnant (for the last time three years later). First
I was angry. I didn’t want to be
pregnant. I was finally losing the weight from the second baby and didn’t even like my husband at the time
(Yeah, IAM still wondering how I got pregnant that time). Yet, I found myself nonetheless
praying for a little girl of my own. I prayed and prayed, for seven months I prayed. And on August 25, 1994, I gave birth to the
twin of the first child (Deon). Lovely hair, lovely
eyes, and an infectious smile. And though,
the older brothers were excited to welcome this new baby into the world, he was
not a little girl for Mommie!
I dressed all three boys alike for years despite their
age differences. I ensured they had a fresh haircut
every two weeks, from the best barber in town (my younger brother also a male version
mini-me). I changed careers to earn more income to give them the best life the world's money could afford.
For
My Three Kings…
Home cooked meals. A stay at home Mother. A religious
Mother. Private schools, baseball,
basketball, football, honor roll and birthday parties for every significant
age. My reward on Mother’s Day, “We love
our Mother because she feeds us”. They would respond when I asked, ”Why”.
They grew up, they graduated, they moved out, went to
college, moved in with Dad. While I, now a divorced and remarried mother was still
without a daughter of my own.
Years later, my oldest son (Tyrone) marries his very pregnant girlfriend. Her mother deceased years earlier, her grandmother transitions just
before the birth of their child. On April 1, 2009, I was gifted with two attractive
daughters of my own. An adult and an infant. Chekeda
and TiNiya. Thanks to my oldest King; a Queen and a Princess for Mommie!
Together they became the daughters I never had. Chekeda, born under
the same astrological sign as me, Cancer, and choosing a career in Nursing just
like me, became my 1st mini-me. And, TiNiya, the extraordinarily
stunning little girl with curly yet long black hair, a contagious smile, and a personality
which warranted her the name “Miss Missy” was my 2nd mini-me. I was
her sitter for an entire blissful and uninterrupted year. Together these
two young ladies remained the joy of my life. Until…
My second son (David) married Jasmine and they gave
birth to JeLise on March 26, 2015. I could not believe my great fortune! Thanks to my middle King; another Queen and Princess for Mommie!
Jasmine the perfect petite compliment to my son and who entered my life, just as I became more
liberal and spiritual but not the least
bit religious, she enjoyed the freedom of building an organic relationship with
yet another mother. While "Leesie Butt", became my newest obsession. She had the cutest little bald head, requiring the infamous "headband aplenty" (she hated them and always pulled them off) and eyes for DAZE. I mean her big almond shaped eyes could melt the snow caps of Mount Kenya!
Well, and then there is still yet my youngest son, King Deon, who remains single and childless while continuing to be the gift he is to us and the world. A fabulous son, brother, brother-in-law and uncle!
I used to wonder how, I manifested
the daughters I never had in spite of
giving birth to all male children? Kedy Bae, J, Niya, and Leesie, my beautiful, talented, and
intelligent daughters. And they love each other too!
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Kedy Bae |
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J |
What the heart conceives, the mind will achieve. Every unseen thought becomes material manifestation in its own time and by its own means. Pure focus and pure energy need never be continually present because the Eternally Internal Universe inside of me was always aware of the desire (inside of me) from day one.
The question non-verbally asked of me was, “Does it
matter how the daughter is delivered to you and does it matter when"? And
my non-verbal response was a categorical and unequivocal
“NO”!
Though not born of my womb, they are just as much mine
as the women who bore them. Because I recognize
them to be just as much my gift as they are to their families and the world.
It is this version of thought, that has gifted me not
only with daughters but sisters in the
absence of my biological sister (though I see you daily – Patrice Munsel
Johnson, aka Treacie), fathers in the
absence of my biological father (though I hear from you daily – James Monroe
Toles, aka Jeronimo), friends in the absence of friends (though I know you are
always there when you are required to be there).
It is this version of thought that reminds me that
everything I desire in this human realm is only a thought away and that WHEN is always NOW.
No matter the rate in which the hands on the clock
move, nor the number of days it takes to make a week, a month, or a year; my
thoughts are yet manifest in the instant that they are birthed into the
material realm. The turn around time for each manifestation is always NOW!
The emotion tied to the relationships I
have with my children, my family, and my friends have no facts to be connected to, no weight that can be measured,
and no statistics to provide proof of its
existence.
This emotion called LOVE is the realization that a
connection exists that extends beyond
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn,
YouTube, Snap Chat, and any other synthetic or humanly constructed form of
communication.
Yes! This LOVE CONNECTION is ethereal, spiritual, and
both within and beyond the realm of the Universe. This LOVE CONNECTION is and
will always be present, even when the
earth, the universe, and the galaxies cease to exist
and only the darkness remains. There you will find LOVE in the midst of the
darkness. And it is this LOVE from which new life, relationships, and
connections will re-establish themselves
over and over for a time and a times.
I have always had a daughter to call my own and I will always be
the daughter to call my own; for the All is One and the One is All.
For Ever!
For Always!
For Love!
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