Today I had to delete a comment on my blog. That made me sad. I enjoy hearing back from people in the comment section. However, it's a security issue when my name is mentioned. Sad, but true.
I am Bee, or as some young girls have called me "Momma Bee" or "Auntie Bee". That's who I am, deep in my heart, I am a mother to young people who like to call me "mom". It's a privilege and a blessing to be a kind of surrogate Mom to others. My own mother was lost to me when I was 18, and then she passed away when I was 26. She had early onset advanced Altzheimers. She didn't speak to me normally from the time I was 16, and she didn't remember me by the time I was 18. That really hurt. It's hard to describe, but looking back now I can see that there are blessings mixed in with difficulty. My heart is really tender to young people who feel alone. Some of them have their own mothers, but the communication isn't what it should be. Some have wonderful mothers, who have no resources. Some have no mothers at all.
It's fun to be a mom. Unconditional love is all that's needed. Encouragement, wisdom, words of advice, cooking a meal, sometimes a bed to sleep on and going shopping. It's simple. It's a way to give life. A way to help someone who is new to being an adult. A way for new adults to know they are not alone.
I had a surrogate/spiritual mom too. She was wonderful for me. She said a lot of really wise things. One time she said to me, "We are all alone together".
So if you want to say my name, say Bee. If you want to be a mom to someone today, feed them and take them shopping. Spoil them. Let them know that they are not alone.
And don't forget the girls/women/boys in forced labor. They need an advocate who will be "alone together" with them.
