Mother’s Day Tribute #8

14 May

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!!

I celebrate my mother and honor her for all she has instilled in me. Mothers and daughters often go through rough years and we certainly did. Here we are at this stage of life where I get to care for her, love her, protect her, and guide her to her next phase of her journey. I am the daughter of Reverend Dr, Dalineta Hines. I am blessed to have been loved, nurtured and shaped by this incredible woman. Alzheimer’s has impacted her body, her mind, her life and our roles in each other’s lives. It has also given me the opportunity to love and experience my mother in new ways. I’m grateful that she gave me life. I am also honored that she made that life an incredible life. I will always love and treasure my mother!

her children call her blessed

Mother’s Day Tribute #7

13 May

My mother taught me to know, love, pursue and serve God. There is not a single aspect of my mother’s life and living that was not based on her spiritual foundation. Hospital administrator, wife, mother, friend, leader, team member, ministry partner, church member, teacher, advisor, mentor, student, and every other way Mom has shown up in the world has been built on her strong spiritual foundation. Mom and Dad started every day with reading Oswald Chambers’ “My Utmost for His Highest” and praying together…every single day. They ended every day with prayer. She never faces an issue alone, God is always with her. When singing around the house, she would sing hymns and spiritual songs. When celebrating accomplishments, God is glorified. When facing trials and tribulations, God is  called upon to strengthen and make a way. God and holiness are simply the air she breathes. Now that Alzheimer’s is ravaging her brain, God is still at the forefront. Her caregiver reads the bible with her and sings hymns with her. Late at night when Mom and I have our alone time, we sing hymns and spiritual songs, and I read My Utmost for His Highest to her. These are the things that bring her peace and joy. From the day I was born until this day, my mother has lived a life that makes God look good. I want to know God because of the way my mother lived and lives her life publicly and privately. I want to know the God that has come through for her time and time again. I want to know the God that is still with Mom know as she is on this journey through Alzheimer’s. I want to serve the God that fascinated me as mom read bible stories to me as a child. This Living God that permeated and still permeates every aspect of Mom’s life is the one I now pursue, love, serve, and take time to get to know deeper and more intimately. I am blessed to be my mother’s child and a child of God. I thank God for my mother and the life she has lived!

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Mother’s Day Tribute 2017 #6

12 May

I celebrate my heritage because of my mother. My mother is proud of her Jamaican heritage. My parents’ deep love and loyalty to the land of their birth was palpable. They grew up in a Jamaica that was still a colony of Great Britain. Becoming American citizens took nothing from their love of Jamaica.  To this day, Mom does not take kindly to any one speaking ill of the British Royal Family or Jamaica…especially if the person speaking is not Jamaican. Just hearing or seeing the word “Jamaica” makes her smile with great pride. She celebrated her heritage through her cooking, her clothing, her belief in hard work, her belief in strict discipline, her high standards of excellence, her British shaped grammatical rules, her beautiful accent, her dedication to help others, her love of the ocean, her traditional religious values and so much more. Jamaica was home…is home. We had an annual cookout at the house to celebrate Jamaican Independence Day. I cannot find the words to tell you how good the food was at this cookout. I would look up and see my friends from the neighborhood with a plate full of food. It was quite the event and EVERYONE was welcomed!  Fellow Jamaicans would come from near and far to join in the weekend long celebration..some even came in their RVs!  The weekend included LOTS of patois, sightseeing, rehearsals, cooking and eating, a cookout, so much laughter that my stomach would hurt, some serious dominoes matches and card games, stories of Jamaica and updates on friends and family still there, and a worship service on Sunday with many of the guests participating in the choir and other aspects of worship. It was held and the beginning of August and kicked off the family’s month long vacation for the month of August.  I didn’t matter how tight money was, this cookout happened year after year. It was a celebration of family, friends, history, culture, God, and Jamaica (the pearl of the West Indies)! I knew the words to the Jamaican National Anthem and Pledge as well as I knew the American National Anthem and Pledge. Want to win my heart? Bring me a platter from Pimento Grill, a milkshake made with Sangster’s Rum Cream and have some Bob Marley playing!

I was born in the US and I am proud of that but let’s be clear, there is nothing but Jamaican blood (with all the cultures and nations that come with it) running in my veins and I am equally proud of that.  I celebrate my mother for passing on her pride in her heritage.

The Jamaican National Anthem

Eternal Father bless our land,
Guard us with Thy Mighty Hand,
Keep us free from evil powers,
Be our light through countless hours.
To our Leaders, Great Defender,
Grant true wisdom from above.
Justice, Truth be ours forever,
Jamaica, Land we love.
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica land we love.

Teach us true respect for all,
Stir response to duty’s call, strengthen us the weak to cherish,
Give us vision lest we perish.
Knowledge send us Heavenly Father,
Grant true wisdom from above.
Justice, Truth be ours forever,
Jamaica, land we love.
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica land we love.

The Jamaican National Pledge

Before God and all mankind, I pledge the love and loyalty of my heart, the wisdom and courage of my mind, the strength and vigor of my body in the service of my fellow citizens; I promise to stand up for Justice, Brotherhood and Peace, to work diligently and creatively, to think generously and honestly, so that Jamaica may, under God, increase in beauty, fellowship and prosperity, and play her part in advancing the welfare of the whole human race.

 

Mother’s Day Tribute #5

11 May

My mother taught me to appreciate art, culture, traveling and etiquette. My mother made time for trips to museums, concerts, art exhibits, the theater, etc. She made sure that all of her children took piano lessons and whatever other instruments grabbed our attention. We were all in choirs at school and church. My brothers were boy scouts. My sister and I had bad allergies and that got us out of girl scouts pretty quickly. Dining out was always an adventure. Knowing how to pronounce everything on the menu was important. Knowing when to use each utensil, glass, plate, bowl, etc. was also important. Sitting properly, walking properly (I can still feel her knuckle running down my spine when I realize that I am slouching), speaking properly, dressing appropriately, being informed about world affairs, local politics, sports, and issues negatively impacting our community, knowing at least one language other than English (the Queen’s english vs American english is a topic for another day) all of these things were part of growing up in the Hines household. Mom made reading an adventure. Trips to the library were like trips to a fantasy land. I remember escaping into the world of whatever book I was reading. Reading with my mother was the BEST. She made every word pop off of the page. I could see the words not just hear them. We didn’t just use our imaginations to travel, we got in our car, a plane, a train, whatever it took to get around. My parents travelled extensively and made sure that we knew that the world was much bigger than our neighborhood. There was always something to see, learn, and experience. She consistently found ways to expand our knowledge and experience of the world and its people. I am very grateful for that.

The Hines and Evans Couples

Mom and Dad with Uncle Louis and Aunt Cokie Evans.

Mother’s Day Tribute #4

10 May

My mother taught me to celebrate the freedom and power of submission and surrender. Whew! Now let’s all breathe. Submission has become a word associated with weakness and antithetical to empowerment.  My mother is many things but weak and lacking power are not words that anyone who has encountered her would use to describe her. So much so that when her nurse came to check on her she commented that mom is the strongest woman she’d ever seen. NOTE: Mom was asleep and was still exuding strength.

My mother and I have had many discussions about submission and surrender. When you boil it all down to low gravy here’s what she taught me. Submission and surrender to God and her husband freed her to soar to great heights as a woman, as a Christian, as a mother, as a wife, as a leader in the workplace, as a professional, as my father’s partner in ministry. She made it clear that one cannot run around submitting and surrendering to everybody all over the place. There are levels to this thing! LOL She was submitted to God 1st and then she submitted to her husband who was also submitted to God. I believe the phrase was, “Submission to your husband is simplified if you and your husband are submitted to God and you are pursing God together.” The caution was always stay or run away from anything and anyone to whom submission and surrender equals pulling you away from God. Submission and surrender should increase intimacy with God. Now when you put it like that, it’s something that’s worthy of pursuit. Go ‘head Mom! Bring submission and surrender back! Is my mother a feminist? NOPE! My mother submitted to God and her husband and that set her free and gave her the power to soar!

Mom and Dad at Church Anniversary Celebration

2017 Mother’s Day Tribute #3

9 May

My mother taught me that intelligence and resourcefulness are aspects of beauty. Now don’t get it twisted. Mom was a Saks 5th Avenue, Neiman-Marcus, Lord & Taylor shopping queen. She liked to dress well and look good. She also made it clear that all of that was meaningless if when you opened your mouth there was nothing. Beyond that she made it clear that intelligence was not something you hoard. Intelligence should be used to serve others and increase your ability to be a resource in any and all environments.  In talking about their days of courting, my parents consistently mentioned how large a role intelligence played in their attraction to each other.  The look in their eyes when they talked about it made it clear that intelligence still played a big role in their marriage. They knew that they could rely on each other’s intelligence and resourcefulness.

I grew up in that era where asking questions or not being able to answer a question often meant that one was about to spend some time with their head in the Encyclopedia Britannica (the actual books…no internet access back then). I remember doing research and preparing reports (written and/or oral/) on what I had learned. Once the report was shared with mom, she would often give me a big hug, a kiss, and then say, “That was beautiful, Miss Del!” Want to impress Mom? Be brilliant and look good doing it! Want to dazzle her? Apply what you had learned to help someone or to improve a system or process!

Mom - smiling mouth closed

2017 Mother’s Day Tribute #2

8 May

I believe in love because of my mother. She taught me about love by how she loved (and still loves) all of her children and grandchildren, including the ones that weren’t her’s biologically. She taught me about love by the way she loved my father…her crush, boyfriend, husband, lover, best friend, soul mate, and confidante. She taught me about love through the way she loved her friends. She taught me about love through the way she loves people when it wasn’t easy or convenient to love them (including me!). She taught me to be passionate about love through the way she lives and loves. She taught me about love by how she loved and still loves God.  Thank you, Mom, for instilling in me the belief that love is a powerful choice that I should make all day…every day.

Safety in the arms of Mom

Safety in the arms of Mom