I was one of the faithful watchers of the Cosby Show. Â Not for the antics of the kids who I should of been relating to. Â I watched the parents. Â I watched the love that they had for their kids. Â I think back now of the countless shows that gave me gateway to the 2 parent houses that my heart ached so much for. Â I am a single mother. Â That seemed to be my mantra for so many years. Â I jokingly will say, I was one, even while I was married. Â The ironic thing is, both of my children were planned. Â As mothers, (most of the time), it’s a promise that we take on for a lifetime no matter of the other players in the seemingly planned decision. Â I would always try to be the best mother I could be. Â That was my promise to my children.
My mother died when I was 8 years old. Â She was my mother, only because she gave birth to me, but she never mothered me, not one day. Â She was only 15 years older than me. Â We didn’t even have a sisterly bond. Â I can’t remember too much of anything about her except, I was going to be everything that she wasn’t. Â It was said that she died from a heroine overdose, but they found her with the needle in her arm. Â Someone had to have been with her. Â From what I heard, she didn’t like to inject the needle into her own arm so, she wasn’t alone doing the drug. Â I guess whoever she was with didn’t think it important enough to call the police when things seemed to have gone wrong. Â This in my mind, makes it a homicide but then again, heroine junkies in the 70’s wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and certainly not one of importance. Â So what, this 24 year old woman would never get a chance to make things right with her children, another solved case, closed. Â So that left me, searching.
For the most part, and I can’t speak for the women who don’t have a connection with their children for their own reasons, we all strive for perfection the moment we lay eyes on our newborns. Â Whatever mistakes we make along the way, its with love. Â Few of our recognize that things from our own childhood will help and/or hinder our performance as a mother. Â I’ve dealt with this not only as a mom, but mostly as a grieving mom.
I’m constantly plagued with the thought of, my sole purpose in this life was to give my mom a do over in spirit and be a great role model/provider for Teddy and Jalen. Â My boys would have the utmost respect for their mother never being able to say they saw their mother in any compromising positions and I was their greatest cheerleader. Â So when fate took my Teddy away, did I lose half my purpose? Â How do you logically and rationally turn the love that you had for 2 children into love for only 1. Â Not easily. Â Not logically and certainly not rationally. Â I’m told constantly by a certain 12 year old that i’m too overprotective. Â I monitor his able move, sleeping and awake. Â I get anxiety when he’s more than 5 minutes late coming home from school. Â Do you blame me? Â I sent Teddy to school and he was murdered. Â If I had the patience, I would home school my youngest but I know that stunting his social skills isn’t productive for him. Â See, I can think rationally at times.
So where does that leave this motherless child who is not half childless? Â On a new search. Â What i’m searching for, constantly changes. Â The 1st year was for reasoning of this cruel act. Â Now, I’m on the cuff of justice for Teddy and some type of normalcy for Jalen. Â Whatever that means. Â As for myself? Â I want to find that new Ena who is able to deal with society again because at this point, i’ve cut myself off from all. Â It may not be good for them, but it’s protective for myself. Â No one really understands the pain of not only losing your child, but having your child taken from you brutally is beyond comprehension. Â A mother, who promised that newborn child to always be there for them….. who failed when he needed her the most. Â Do I feel guilty? Â No. Â I didn’t plunge the knife into his heart. Â I sent him out with money in his pocket to pick up something to eat before returning. Â I made sure he had a metro card so he didn’t get picked up by the police for jumping the turnstile, again. Â I told him I loved him which by tradition, I always did when departing from my children. Â I don’t feel guilty. Â Did I fail him? Â I wasn’t there. Â Then again, if I was, would I have been able to stop the fight. Â I think as a mother, I would of jumped in the middle of the melee. Â I would of tried to break up the fight. Â I would of…….so many things, but I didn’t. Â I wasn’t there. Â I think I did my motherly duty praying up and down the corridor while he was in surgery, and yet…. it was still his time. Â So again, did I fail him? Â I don’t know. Â He’ll tell you I didn’t. Â He’ll tell you that he knows that I was there until the very end. Â I don’t think I will ever be able to answer the question.
A motherless child who is now half childless. Â Still searching. Â Still watching re-runs of the Cosby Show. Â Now searching for the love from the parents and now some from the children to replace one of my children who is gone. Â Do you think they will ever make a show from my life? Â What would it be called?