Happy Friday!
Today is November 14, 2014...29 days from my 50th birthday on December 12th.
Today, I want to take a look back at my beginnings...my heritage. I am not Alex Haley and this is not Roots, so I won't be going that far back (my wife is the Ancestry.com expert!). As you reflect on your life while I reflect on mine, let's only go back to where were can have the most vivid memories...
Our parents.
I understand that it can be complicated. We come from a kaleidoscope of situations, but it doesn't matter if you came from an environment of devotion, divorce or desertion. What really matters is that
We Are Here.
Your parents hold a major piece of the "who you are" puzzle. Yes, your parents provided the genes that impact your eye color, but they also passed on important information about who you are, which is vital to your purpose.
Meet my parents...Alfred and Sara Clay.
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Kind of puts you in the mind of the movie Carmen Jones, huh? Dorothy Dandridge (she would have loved to see that in print!) and Harry Belafonte (with a dash of Barney Fife thrown in for that nerdly handsome effect!).
He says love at first sight...she would tell you that she judged the book by the cover...but fell in love anyway!
My family life was simple - my father loved my mother and my mother loved my father.
Mind you, they weren't Cliff and Claire Huxtable. Amen you say? I am guessing yours may not have been Ward and June Cleaver, or Ozzie and Harriet Nelson (whose are?), but they are our parents, nonetheless. Yes, my family was simple, and while simple doesn't mean easy, I can tell you one thing...
I was blessed with good parents.
My mother was a dynamic, outgoing person that did spot on impersonations, had lots of friends and always seemed to be joyful regardless of the circumstance...from the simple cooking of a fabulous Sunday meal to when she found out she had cancer. She was consistent and a voice you could rely on for an encouraging word.
From an early age she taught me how to fight, how to never meet a stranger and how empathy and compassion are not weaknesses but divine strengths.
My father is a college educated, professorial type who has played piano at church since he was 14 (he is a strong 77 today!). He was not the type to go outside and toss a football, but he would sit with you for hours playing word games. He would ask thought provoking questions and make us write papers for our punishment (my momma was the switch bearing disciplinarian!).
My father modeled for me how to provide for the family even when things are tough, how to protect the woman you love and how to persevere and love one woman for a lifetime.
There were good times and tough ones. Looking back through grown up eyes, I am not sure how we made it. I now understand that it was fortitude, commitment and sticking in through thick and thin...hell...and high water.
They were extraordinary people. Something only time, and experiences revealed to me.
If you are fortuneate enough to have living parents, call them, hug them, thank them. I know, I know. If you have to, put aside the little and big things that divide you. Tomorrow is not promised.
If you look real hard, they are inside of you. Nature and Nurture notwithstanding, you are here today because two people got together...and that is enough reason to give thanks!
29 to 50!
Until tomorrow, I wish you Money, Power, Success!
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