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This is the first post I’ve written since early October which makes perfect sense because on October 21, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Philip Jr. As much as I enjoy writing, I just haven’t been able to prioritize it as much as I’d like. Hopefully, I’ll find more time to write more.

Me and the Kids

About a month after PJ was born, a minister in my church– a woman whom I admire greatly– pulled me to the side, looked me square in the eyes and said, “You were anointed for motherhood.” I smiled congenially assuming she was only complimenting me on how quickly I had shed my pregnancy weight. Seeing I had yet to grasp the magnitude of her words, she continued to hold me closely and repeated her prophecy: “You were anointed for motherhood. Not just how well you carry them, but how you raise them. You’re going to be an example for these young girls to follow and they will learn so much from you.”

Over the past few years, I’ve gotten new revelation on the role motherhood plays in my life. Parenting is a ministry. A concept I could not quite grasp when I first became a mother at the age of 17. I now understand that it is a way for me to exemplify Christ in the Earth. To illustrate His love and mercy. His gentleness and grace. Not only in the way I interact with my children, but the way my family interacts with those around us.

I often joke that being a “momma” is all I’ve ever known. My oldest, Just’us, was born three days after  my high school graduation. X’xavier, 9, was born in the middle of my sophomore year of college. My husband and I have had two additional children in the  four years we have been married. I have dedicated my entire young adulthood to my children. Every decision I’ve made, from where to work, to what college to attend, to what neighborhood to live in, has always centered on what was best for them.

Every now and again, I may notice a pang of jealousy rise up if I happen to glance at a Facebook pic of a friend on vacation or just hanging out on the town. But it is soon replaced with the joy of knowing that I am on purpose. Being a mom is a part of God’s divine will for my life. There is no amount of fun that could bring me the same fulfillment as watching my oldest serenade a couple at their engagement party with his own original song, or reading my three-year old her favorite bed time story, or hearing the infectious laughter of all them at the silliest trifle.


“You were anointed to be a mother.” Hearing those words spoken aloud helped to put into perspective every trial I have endured on this journey called parenthood. Every tear I’ve shed has new significance. Every disappointment I’ve faced no longer has the same sting. Every sacrifice I’ve made has been a stepping stone on the road to where I am today: a mother, a mentor, a minister of love.

Parenthood is not a duty; it is an honor. Not only do I have the privilege of raising my own children, but I have been entrusted to empower dozens of other young people to accept the call that has been placed on their lives. To help teen moms and dads focus on the gift they have been given. To give them this message: Yes, it will be hard. Yes, you will cry. Yes, some days you will wonder how you will make it. But you will make it. You can do it. You have purpose and so do your children. We are not just parents; we are parents on purpose.