My father passed in 2006. My mom and I had each other to help navigate the loss through memories.
Sixteen years later, my mom passed, leaving me as an adult orphan. I found myself without a compass, a guide, or a GPS signal for this new terrain.
At least that’s what I thought.
During my darkest times, I’ve been able to pull from what I’ve penned as my “DNA Blueprint Chronicles.”
While going through life’s ups and downs, I try to move with grace based on WWMD (What Would Mom Do?) My values and integrity are hinged upon my mother’s prayers which still covers me. My discernment is the staple that allows me to be an unapologetically authentic me. My compassion is at times to a fault as it allows me to be present for others.
As I continue to rediscover myself, I’ve come to the comforting conclusion that for nearly half a century she provided the compass, guide, and GPS to everything in life.
My mom passed weeks prior to Mother’s Day. I was grappling with disbelief of my new reality when out of nowhere, my pastor asked me to be the guest speaker for the service. My carnal mind was hastily prepared to decline the request. However, as outlined in my blueprint, I prayed to God for an answer.
While waiting, I wailed to my mom, “How in the world am I to speak for Mother’s Day when it’s my first one without you?” She replied without hesitation, “Well, when did I leave?” That was a question I could not answer. I knew exactly what she meant. She never left my side. I spoke for Mother’s Day service, just as she would have me do.
To my fellow adult orphans, your mother is still here. I commend you to take hold of the mantel and bask in the love and memories on Mother’s Day. I will.
-Felicia Span-Baker, Adult Orphan
