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Remembering And Honoring A Parent Who Understood Parenting

Published on 8/16/2017
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Remembering and Honoring my mother


August 14th my mother would have been 92 years young. And though she is gone I remember, I am grateful and honor her 89 years, as a selfless woman, mother, wife and friend.


Your Parent

I hold nothing but a deep love and connection in my very being for my mother.

I am from a family of 10... 5 boys and 5 girls. I believe that there are times when we have to recall our source, the vessel through which we arrived. Good or bad be grateful for a mother that nurtured and showed the kind of strength mine had.

I remember, honor and am grateful for the mother who truly mothered me and my siblings. As I look back I recall the times when my mother treated her children differently not with any favouritism but with an understanding that says she knew them individually.  This might sound a strange thing to say but to explain it, I had an experience when I was about 11 years old, and I will share. Funny how the memory chooses what it recalls.

I had been for weeks avoiding this young man, one year older than me. But of course boys will be boys and prodded by his friends he caught up with me and started messing around.

I came home from school one day with a long, bleeding scratch on my forearm, because I got into a fight with him . My bleeding arm was the result of being shoved against a barbed wire fence in the school yard.

 I got very angry and pummeled him. When my anger subsided I was surprised and sorry for the damage I had done. ( That is why I don't get angry.) Well, home from school this evening, after telling my mother what had happened, the boy and his father turned up at my gate. My mother went out and listened without a word and then whatever she was told I heard her say:

"Any of my other children but not this one."  (I can't repeat all that she said when the father of the boy started to arguing with her.) "And just move from my gate before I give you a wetting."  She happened to have had a garden hose in her hand.

My mother knew her children and what each one was capable of. I didn't quite have an appreciation for that skill until I had my own children.

My mother was a strong woman, very protective of her family, controlled everyone with a look and a no nonsense  personality. Yet you had no doubt that you were loved. The things that I recall about her and how she impacted my life is an important part of my personality.

I can never enumerate all the things my mother is never ending. 

Things my mother did

You could not lie to my mom. We knew that she would know if we did, so whether or not she would, we either said nothing or spoke the truth.

It didn't matter who was your parent in our community, you could not be passing my home,  misbehave and my mother saw you. She gave in those days true meaning to the "the village that raised a child."

On a school day if she sees you, she would call you and ask why were you not in school. We didn't have much but when told there was no lunch money for school, she would send the child back home to get on their school clothes and return to her. She would either give them lunch to take to school or give lunch money.

She would gather children from the neighborhood in our back yard teach them songs and train them in performing skits for concerts at Christmas or to put on a show for the doctors who were involved in our community. We lived just a 10 minute walk from the University of the West Indies and about another 15/20 minutes from the doctors' Residence. 

I recall one day I was in class and happened to look up and there was my mother standing off to the side of the door looking at me. When I looked up again she was gone. She had a very good relationship with all my teachers.

She made sure we were always occupied doing something creative or reading a book, though we had time to play.

Very industrious, very creative my mother was. I never once heard her complain, and she would always find a way out.


On Sundays we would go to Sunday school (which was a treat in itself) and on returning home we would have a treat cream she made or something we did not have during the week.

I can't recall what I had done earlier in the week, but my mom said nothing. Sunday came and I am dressed with everyone else forgetting what I had done. My mother waited until we were all going through the door and said to me: "Now where do you think you are going?"  I knew immediately this was my punishment so I had to go and take off my Sunday clothes and could not shed a tear.

My lesson was never to take things for granted and that for every action, there is a reaction, however long it takes.

your Parent

Parenting is never an easy job especially when dealing with different personalities under one roof. I greatly admired my parents for the skill with which they raised their family until a certain age when the strength of those personalities began to show. Apples trees don't produce pears.


In loving memory of a mother who loved and nurtured me, all my siblings

and the children within her sphere. She lives on in my heart and every time I look into the mirror.

I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my press release.  Thank you!

Cosmos Parris


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