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A Mothers Love

Today was one of the hardest days of my life. I am strong yet I am human. I used to cry all the time. Now my days are filled with caring for my children. I don’t have time to mope, be sad or weep. I cried today. Genuine Mother tears. Jermaine Jr’s story is his to share. I haven’t posted a Blog in months because I have been too busy. I’ve been on a journey and have met some wonderful people along the way. Doctors, lawyers, people from all walks of life who’s primary goal is to make sure my child has a great quality of life.

 As I write this my baby is napping. He’s so tired. He’s been up all day being a good boy. He’s such a blessing to me. He literally saved me. I will do anything for him. I thank God for my child every day-just like he is. This world we live in is cruel. Especially to fatherless boys of color. I try to be everything to my kids. It’s hard. I have to manage my feelings constantly because of my blood pressure. My kids need me. My sons girlfriend said he told her he’s scared I’m a get sick worrying too much. I don’t want anyone’s pity. I don’t need anyone’s fake support. I’m deaf but I take care of my kids. Their not perfect but their MINE. I had them and the irony is literally from day one I’ve done it ALL. I’m fine with that. The Book of Life rights all wrongs. I’m GOOD.

If nothing I say resonates with you-block out the noise. Enjoy each moment and live right with a kind heart. This will be brief I’m still a little upset. But I thank my family, friends and kind strangers for taking our journey with us. I thank my big boy for stepping up and helping me with his brother. I thank my Aunt Helen for making this odyssey manageable and being my eyes and ears at times. Just retired you do so much and we salute you.

Above all I thank those who walked out so there’s more room to let positivity and joy in.

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