When looking back on my childhood, I was blessed to have several people that took care of me and nurtured me. I did not have a father but everyone in my family stepped in and took care of me and I never missed having him in my life. My mom was, and will always be, my biggest supporter, fan, and the person that takes care of me. It was just her and me growing up. She was separated from my father when I was born and the divorce followed the next year. Yes, she provided me with the basic needs of food, shelter, etc. But most importantly she instilled hope, faith, and values in me. She was and is always there when I need her. We had our ups and downs, especially in my teenage years. But now she is my best friend and I do not know what I would do without her. I am who I am because of her. My mom showed me how to be strong even when she was weak, she taught me I could be anything I wanted to be, and most importantly she showed me how to be a mother myself. Now that I am a mom, I realize all the sacrifices she made for me to give me what I needed. Even though I am married, I am still a strong and independent woman thanks to my mother.
My grandfather, Papaw, was everything to me. He played duel roles in my childhood-grandfather and father figure. His love was unconditional and always made me feel important. Although he had other grandchildren, I always felt I was his favorite. I felt this way because of how he treated me and looked out for me. There are stories where he insisted that he had to be the one to bring me home from the hospital when I was born. I could always run to him when I was in trouble with my mom. He helped Mom raise me. I learned a lot from him. I learned my work ethic from him-he never missed work and he always worked hard. Some of my favorite memories are sitting on the porch eating sandwiches. He didn't like the crust and would pull it off and throw it into the yard to feed the birds. I don't like the crust either and still pull it off. I apologize but it is hard to talk about him. He died in 2001 and it still hurts to talk about him. He was a strong man and I miss him terribly. I was the only person to get to tell him goodbye. Even up until death, we had a special bond. He had cancer and slipped into a coma before he died. I try to live everyday to honor him and make him proud of me. My son is named after him.
My grandmother, Mamaw, also helped raised me. My mom was a teacher so Mamaw took care of me during the day. She taught me how to cook, how to harvest a garden, and how to cross-stitch. Some of my favorite memories are sitting on the front porch working beans, as we call it. We would talk about the day, share stories, learn about my ancestors. Those are good memories. I also got my love of puzzles from her. During the winter months, we would sit and work puzzles while Mom was at work. I still love a good puzzle and find them relaxing. Also, the harder they are, the more I love them. Since Mom was not married, I learned how to be a wife from Mamaw. She showed me how to take care of my husband and family and how they should always be first.
I grew up next to my oldest cousin, Brian. We are a few years apart and played together everyday. In fact, I call him my "brother" and my son refers to him as "Uncle Brian." Brian and I are only children so we only had each other as playmates growing up. Since he was older, I thought the sun rose and set with him. I thought he was cool and wanted to grow up to be like him. He influenced me by having another child to be around in a world full of adults. We played games such as Checkers and Sorry. I am still learning that some of the rules he taught me, he made up just so he could win. He did treat me like a little sister, was mean to me but at the same time he was the only one that could be mean to me. Everyone else had to treat me right, especially the boys as I got older. He took my marriage hard and it was one of the few times I ever saw him cry. The night before I got married, he wrote me a letter. I still have that letter and read it from time to time. We aren't as close anymore due to where we live and we both have families. But we still look after each other and have that sibling bond.
My Uncle Eddie also took care of me as I was growing up. He is my mom's only brother. He is younger than her and worked with my grandfather. We had a fun relationship growing up. He would teach me things such how to fish, ride a horse, etc. I loved working in the garden with him. After a day's work he would go inside, take off his shirt, and drink Mountain Dew. I would imitate him and do the same. I remember the day Mom informed me I couldn't take off my shirt and I couldn't understand why. I was his girl. He eventually got married and had children of his own. But I was always his girl. We are also not as close due to where we live and families. But he loves my son and teaches him things like he did me. Now that I am a mom, I am not as thrilled about the things he teaches a child. But that is what uncles are for.
I have attached a couple of pictures. The first one is my mom and me. The second one is Brian and me on my wedding day. The last is a picture of my favorite picture of Papaw. I had it displayed at my wedding.