The Family Bond! Chapter 9…Segment 4.

Goddess morning Royals. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

I myself, should have paid more attention to waking up before the sunrise to go to the farm with my grandparents to pick the fruit, to gather the eggs, to harvest the vegetables to be sold, but I didn’t.  I just did as I was told but really wasn’t paying attention.  Now I sing those should’ve, could’ve, would’ve just like everyone else.  I just wanted to rest on a Saturday until it was time for me to get up and have a childhood.  I remember it was days I said I was sick and wasn’t just so I didn’t have to go.  Now I wish I never did that. My life may have been a lot different than what it turned out in changed all those turn of events.

All I want to do is play hop scotch, catch one catch all, red light green light, world, hide and go seek, block ball, volley ball, laser tag, and skillet were our past time, not sitting in front of the computer or always at the video games. I didn’t want to learn how to farm and now I wish I had paid attention. 

If you don’t learn anything from the elders of your family then how do you teach the children of their heritage, growth, and future.  How do they know where they are going if they don’t know where they came from?  If they don’t know the struggles then they can’t know the battles, wars won, lives lost, not the mission or goals set by their ancestors.

If no one is teaching them other than what they learning in school, how can they be proud of what people did for them so they could have the life that they have now?  How can they make life better for the generations coming behind them?  Before they can be proud of where they came from you must first be proud to know of your history.  It may not all be pleasant but it is yours and of you just the same.

I question my elders as often as I can.  I want to know of my family’s history.  I want to know of their pain, and struggle, strength and endurance.  I want to know how they overcome their poverty, abusers, captives, hardships, diversity, fate, anger, pride, and fears.  I want to know what they went through for me to be where I am today.  I don’t want to hear about it from someone who knows nothing of my family’s personal trials and tribulations.

I want to be able to share with my children and their children’s children of our family’s background, as well as tell my struggles and growth.  Families like our needs to know because we aren’t sure of who we are and where we come from.  I have been trying my hardest to trace my family’s history through archives and more.  It is not an easy task I can tell you that.  It’s like pulling teeth that aren’t loose.  It’s like banging a screw with a hammer eventually you get into something but it’s going to take a while.  I want so much knowledge of the past to understand the presence that I myself ask older neighbors of their history and they eyes light up because they want to tell their stories so bad to someone that will listen and not just mock them of their heritage.

Okay, so this is how I know the children needs a social foundation.  I was talking to my son and he started reading but not in a very good lighting.  I tell him go read elsewhere because low, obstructive, dark lighting will destroy your eyes.  I said it calmly as possible, so he put the book down and decided he no longer wants to read.  Okay fine with me!  A few minutes later, I looked and he was back to reading the book again in the same light.  When I got verbally abusive, direct, and blunt then and only then did he hear exactly what I said.

This is the problem!  This is what I’m trying to tell you black people, when someone tells you something calmly it doesn’t ring a bell.  You just don’t get it, you’re not acceptable to it, but as soon as they are nasty, socially abusive, verbally abusive, physically abusive, or mentally abusive, you mother fuckers get it.  Then you become aware of what is going on.  You can hear and focus on what is being said, but other than that you aren’t sure what was being said to you.  This is sad!

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove


Published by missk22

I am a free spirit! Speak my mind a lot. Published author! Business & Psychology major! AA in Healthcare Administration; BBA in Accounting/Finance. Working on my masters in Psychology. Mother, hairstylist, nail technician and so much more.

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