When I was five and going to kindergarten. I beat up the preachers daughter. Who thought she was funny making fun of my Mommy.
Now before you get upset let me tell you the story my teacher told me to tell when I was ready, because she did not judge me. No it seems I inspired all on that playground as a set that little lady straight as an arrow.
She’d been taunting me about Mama. She knew I was adopted. And to look at me growing, I look like Snow White all fancy. But deep down inside of me where Daddy had taught me away from my other Mother, was a prize fighter.
He knew one day someone would go to far. So he told me what to do and how to do it. And I listen to my father about standing up for my Mama. Because he met her. And my sisters. And that man truly loved me and my family.
And this was his gift to me and my family. Which was to make me strong enough to take all the guff and dish it back precisely as it was given. So one day I pounded the preachers daughter into the gravel.
And not a soul blamed me. Not a soul was left uninspired by a child in a play yard who could stand up to someone who’s father was a preacher in town, who did not train his daughter to be like Jesus. I taught her a lesson she would never forget about loving the woman you came from as I pushed her face into the pavement and made her cry uncle.
No punishment befell me. For I was defending and ending some little girls tirade forever. To think she could spew all her garbage onto an orphan.
The teachers just calmed me. And told a story. They loved me for loving my Mommy so much that I would defend her. That was the first day everyone knew I was crazy, about my Mama.
And no one faulted me on the day in question. When I thumped on my chest and began proclaiming. “Don’t even talk about my Mama, you don’t even know her!”, “but I did, she was inside me”.
Boy did she get a shocker when no one stood up for her about my actions. Everyone stood there as I addressed her and set her mind straight about this girl who looked all fancy but was my Mamas hell rider.
The teachers never told Mama Jean what I was fighting about, they called it a squabble. That girl didn’t even want to tell her father that she had put down another girl’s Mama. And that when I knew I was walking with karma. And that God was my father and was gonna help me find Mama.
As the kids cheered with glee. After I faced the kindergarten years bully. I don’t even remember her name. I blocked it. Such a disgrace of a prophets daughters life was my thoughts about it. I thought I’d be suspended. But no. I was respected.
All for the love of Mama God covered me with grace as I began my education about what the love of my Mama could do to change the minds of Adults in charge over children. All the teachers knew about me. But they never told the reason why Belinda beat up a girl speaking treason about my Mama.
They all just supported a child so devoted. And fueled my flame of love for the Mama. Yep. They did not chide me. They cover me with love and forgave it. And wished their child would love them half as much as I love my Mama who gave me away.
Don’t even. Trip about our past. That was just a story we lived while we waited for God to bring us back around. I wanted you to know that your honor was safe with me Mama. Always.