My girls. God knows if I’ll have more kids but right now, I look at the two I have and oh my does some pretty fierce emotions come over me. For instance in church recently, I sat on a back pew with Bella while Semira sat with my grandmother in the front. I glanced over at them and was instantly taken back to my childhood of doing the same. I also looked at Semira in a way I hadn’t before. My eyes teared up. I looked at my sweet girl and started thinking of how I want to shield and protect her from mistakes and regrets.
I’m going to raise them to have values and morals that they personally respect too much to dishonor. That’s what my folks did for me. They put the best ideals out there on the table and I grew to love those best ideals for myself. So as I grew up it was easier for me to make better decisions because I valued experiencing the least amount of consequence. I don’t like screwing up. I don’t like failure. I don’t like hurting people. And I’ll put myself aside in order to achieve those 3 things.
I’m going to teach my girls that there’s nothing in life you’ll want so badly that you can’t find the very best road to go about achieving it. That road will honor their parents, God and themselves and they will feel good when they sleep at night free from excess burdens, bondage, chains, guilt, shame, and soul ties. No, life ain’t gonna be easy and people aren’t going to be fair but they are only responsible for their own actions and reactions. Me, I like the rules. The rules help me keep a gauge on what I’m thinking and feeling. Rules help me from getting out of control and going too far to the left.