tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post7062690976149024927..comments2023-07-17T09:26:07.534-05:00Comments on PERSPECTIVES-ANOTHER WAY TO VIEW: Memories Of My Mother: Thelma Robinson JeffriesCarolyn Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668984508382392168noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post-50105752425624995662011-05-14T01:55:13.331-05:002011-05-14T01:55:13.331-05:00Hey Sis,
Foremost, thank you for reading and leav...Hey Sis,<br /><br />Foremost, thank you for reading and leaving commentary on my featured blog post, "Mama's List."<br />I was able to leave an interesting response, and hope you will soon check it out.<br /><br />Your post is almost brought tears to my eyes, especially when you talk about, "There are so many things I would have discussed with you and although our generation (baby boomers) didn't hear the endearments that we've passed on to our off springs; we knew intrinsically that you loved us." The complexity behind such human conditions is deep. It was no alternative for them. Only a very few mothers and fathers knew how to "talk WITH" their children. Most black mothers and fathers did not have that articulate capability. As a women's studies scholar and Professional Counseling grad student, I know that the issue was not the children--the the minds of the parents. I will stop at that here. But, we as children, of course, did not know that. We had to accept mama as she was. As adults, with more complex thinking we understand mama, and like you poignantly point out--we keep some of her attributes and discard others that are hindering to our own relationships. Black motherhood is a very, very complex phenomena.<br /><br />Check out my part two to the article about a sister who is promoting breast health.<br />~Peace<br />KeKeMichelKeKeMichelhttp://blackfemaleandhappy.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post-13342884846968157982011-05-09T23:56:43.317-05:002011-05-09T23:56:43.317-05:00@Desertflower..That saying rings true for a lot of...@Desertflower..That saying rings true for a lot of daughters; even the ones who don't want to admit it. The poem is a keeper as well. I appreciate your comments and support.Carolyn Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15668984508382392168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post-8988864593743462052011-05-09T22:31:23.530-05:002011-05-09T22:31:23.530-05:00Wonderful picture! and wonderful poem! So true! Br...Wonderful picture! and wonderful poem! So true! Brings to mind that saying "when I look in the mirror, I see my mother looking back at me"<br /><br />I also lost my mother to cancer. She was 58.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post-89128018359218617392011-05-09T18:53:08.569-05:002011-05-09T18:53:08.569-05:00@Anna...Thank you for that perspective. It is well...@Anna...Thank you for that perspective. It is well received.Carolyn Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15668984508382392168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850492914228807452.post-31445647778212937842011-05-09T18:43:11.997-05:002011-05-09T18:43:11.997-05:00Mothers are so precious--and not for sentiment rea...Mothers are so precious--and not for sentiment reasons always, but because they are the vessel through which we are born. <br />Mothers come in many personality types from "good" to "bad"--but that's because though they are precious, they are people and we all have our high and low aspects. We are human.Anna Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14614002862475111740noreply@blogger.com