Have you ever considered
starting something and just got derailed, either by fear or not knowing where
to start? I have felt this feeling so
many times when considering starting this blog.
Thoughts like, “Who would read it?”, “Why would anyone be interested in
reading about me?”, and “Who would care that I was scared to step in to this
world of blogging?” A good friend of
mine assured me that I could begin this journey, one step at a time, and that
my message had merit and would resonate with other readers in the cyber world.
So, the launch of You Can Do It at
InspiredToDoIt.blogspot.com began. I came
from a background of believing that I could do anything. That was nurtured by my amazing mother,
Virginia, who persevered through a tragic and challenging event in all of our
lives. She was the mother of six
children, ranging in age from 4 to 12 years old. I was #5 in that mix and at the age of 5 lost
my dad to a car accident on his way to work.
The only memory I have of any of that time was sitting in our family
room of the home my dad built playing with my younger sister, Bonnie, who was
4. I remember our priest coming to the front
door to tell my mom of his death. I
don’t remember a thing after that; I don’t even remember attending his
funeral. I remember years later asking
my mom why I wasn’t at daddy’s funeral; the memory is just not there.
I draw strength from that
powerful, “you can do it” person that was my mom. She had to sell the home my dad had built
because it wasn’t completely finished and she had no way of doing what needed
to be done. Life insurance wasn’t in the
family budget, and she had to take the profit from the sale of that home and
move us to a new life in a neighborhood setting with good schools to raise her
six kids on her own. She didn’t plan on
her life turning out like it did, but she sure never let on that she felt
victimized or mad that this “happened to her”.
She became the rock of our family and created an environment of empowerment
to help us see we could do whatever we set our minds to. I never thought of myself as a child of a
single parent – she made up as best she could for the loss of our dad. She made it apparent we were a family and we
were strong and could survive anything.
Thanks, Mom, for being the women you were. We lost this special woman in 2007 to
cancer. Even in that last battle of her
life, she was strong and courageous.
It’s amazing how much a child can learn, not always from words, but
sometimes just in living life.
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