Avatar...a Dream Come True

Last weekend I saw the movie Avatar. The running time is nearly three hours but it certainly didn’t feel like I was in the theater for that long. To be honest, it wasn’t a movie that I would have chosen to see, but the family voted and I was outnumbered. So, as usual, I took one for the team. That’s what moms do. So, I went there with minimal expectations. In fact, I was prepared to get in a comfortable position, strategically place my hair in front of my eyes, pull my little blanket up around my neck and catch up on some much needed z’s. Well, that never happened. The movie was fantastic. The storyline was great, the characters were memorable, it was loaded with action, the graphics and special effects were amazing! Best of all, it was a love story. There was something in the movie to captivate each one of us. Now that’s what I call a “family meal deal!”
Ok, I’m beginning to sound like a movie reviewer so I’ll try to get to the point. Well, after seeing the movie, I went back and looked at some of the interviews with the director, James Cameron. In one of the interviews Mr. Cameron said that he had created the blue alien-like characters decades ago. The screenplay was complete way back when he racked up all those Oscar awards for the movie “Titanic.” So, one might ask “why did he wait so long to make the movie?” Get this: Mr. Cameron says that there was no way to create what he envisioned for the movie…the technology simply did not exist. In a nutshell he’s saying that the world wasn’t ready for his dream. Instead of shortchanging himself by settling for less, he waited, and waited, and waited. While he waited, he worked on other projects, talked with people who could understand and support his vision, and studied his craft so that he would be able to make a cutting-edge movie when the time was right. That was ten years ago. Avatar was in production for over four years. Some of us don’t want to wait four months to realize our dreams!
If you have a dream that you truly believe in don’t let anything stand in your way…not even reality. Anything is possible. Don’t be in a hurry to actualize your dream. Sometimes, your dream is so big that even you have trouble believing it is meant to be anything more. Guess what? If you don’t believe it, no one else will. On the flip side, Mr. Cameron didn’t stop living trying to make it happen. He continued to work on other things, and in the process won some Oscars. That means that he put in an amazing amount of hard work to do those things that may not have been as important to him as Avatar. Nonetheless, he realized that if you are going to do anything, you should do it well…or don’t do it at all.
So keep your day job (at least for now.) Do your job to the best of your ability. You are there for a reason. Don’t be so self-indulged that you stop seeing the people around you. It’s the people who you meet that will help you to get your big dream off the ground. You’ll get confidence, feedback, advice and referrals that you may never have received had you not traveled the road you’re on. You’ll even get criticized—and sometimes it will help you to sharpen your vision. Other times, it will help you to realize who’s really in your corner. Your dream is not one to be put on the back burner and left to scorch, but you may have to put it on a low simmer and keep stirring slowly and adding a few spices here and there until it’s just right. Whatever you do, don't stop stirring and don't leave it there too long!

How Do You Measure Up?

It seems like just yesterday I was standing in my family room with tear-filled eyes singing “Here I am baby…signed sealed delivered I’m yours!” Not only had I had an opportunity to witness history, I got the chance to help make history by campaigning and voting for President Barack Obama. I can remember feeling so excited that night. Although I felt he had a good chance of winning, I kept thinking about those hanging chads that kept Al Gore out of the White House. What I quickly learned was that when you commit yourself to a goal or purpose whole heartedly, destiny will meet you half way. It is not enough to expect greatness (even though belief and expectation are necessary,) you have to put in the work that is required to reach the goal. Destiny is chauffer driven to your door by Work. The greater the effort, the greater the success.

Often I talk to people who are frustrated because they haven’t figured out their true purpose but I believe that sometimes purpose reveals itself after you have began working on something or at something. Seriously, do you think that President Obama knew that he was destined to be the first black president of the United States? I think that he lived a life where mediocrity was unacceptable. I believe that he pursued excellence in all of his endeavors, no matter how small. He understood that opportunity doesn’t always present itself on a silver platter. Sometimes opportunity has to be unearthed with a rusty shovel.

I remember seeing a picture of President Obama after a long day of campaigning. In the picture you could see a big hole in the sole of his shoe. He had literally walked a hole in his shoe in order to meet potential supporters. How many of us have that level of commitment to achieving our goals?

A year has passed since President Obama was elected and a lot of us are measuring his successes and failures over the course of the year. I hear talk about Afghanistan, Iraq, the economy, healthcare, and dozens of other issues that people are judging him on. I’d like to challenge everyone to think about what you have or have not accomplished since the 2008 election. Redefine yourself and your goals. Shake off any self doubt, roll up your sleeves and take control of your future. It’s true that nothing is impossible and I also believe in destiny, but nothing comes to the man who waits and hopes and dreams without any action. If you want something, you’ve got to develop a plan and put in the work to make it happen. There’s gotta be some worn out pumps and some run down heels. If you’re not tired, you’re not working hard enough. So get yourself a theme song and get out there and live your own impossible dream!

An Open Letter to Parents

I am deeply concerned that the parenting role is being reduced and watered down by societal changes and redefined social norms. Some are trading in old school values for an opportunity to either live vicariously through the youth or have simply determined that what was once considered a decent upbringing is no longer relevant. It is not uncommon to see teenage boys with their pants sagging so far below their waistline that they have to hold them in the crotch area or walk with their legs apart in order to keep the pants from falling down. Sadly, it’s no longer uncommon to see these boys walking alongside their parent. Teenage girls are dressing so provocatively that it is difficult to determine if they are on their way to school or just returning home from a long nights work at the local strip club. Embarrassingly, some of their mothers wear and share the same type of attire. The tattoo phenomenon has gotten so far out of hand that teens are getting them to commemorate a sixteenth birthday. In fact, by then many already have at least one other tattoo. Nowadays, you’ll find toddlers with saggy pants, excessive jewelry, and outfits that are too tight, too short, or just too sexy. What messages are we sending these children?

In an age where our children are exposed to negative imagery via television, radio, peers and the like, it is up to parents to establish rules and guidelines of acceptable and appropriate behavior. We should also serve as role models for our children and be an example of the type of parent that they should aspire to be. The truth is, from the day we bring them home from the hospital we begin the process of shaping, molding, and instilling values that they may hold onto for a lifetime.

It seems many parents don’t see harm in dressing up their sons like little gangstas or think it’s cute to put skimpy or tight clothing on their daughters. They don’t seem to realize that children are extremely impressionable and are being influenced by the choices and decisions we make. As the children begin to get a little older and act out negative behaviors, these same parents are alarmed. It’s as if they are surprised to see the outcome. They appear to be totally caught off guard and genuinely disappointed. The question is, why? If you pour cake batter into a heart-shaped pan, you can’t expect it to come out of the oven in the shape of a star. You would have needed to use a star-shaped mold. So why do we expect our kids to be any different?

I remember family gatherings from my childhood years as though they happened yesterday. First and foremost, children were not allowed to participate in adult conversations. The adults limited our exposure to topics and ideas that were not appropriate for children. We did have time to interact with the grownups—most of the time it was through a family game or a talent show. I remember younger cousins reciting their ABC’s and singing songs they learned in school or at church. I distinctly remember going to the front of the room to name all 50 states from memory. Other family members read poetry, played instruments, sang songs or showed off their dance moves (my sister was an expert at “The Hustle” and “The Freak” and I thought I was a master at “The robot.” Good or bad, the adults cheered us on. It was always good, clean, fun. Nothing was “Too hot for TV.” Perhaps there were no “You Tube” moments (at least none that would become viral sensations,) but we didn’t miss anything.

Nowadays, some adults seem to take pride in having their children be able to “Get low” or gyrate and grind the hardest. They look on gleefully while their children sing all the lyrics to a song intended for adults, and are tickled pink to see their son be bop across a room or their daughter switching harder than a grown woman.
I think it’s time for parents to take a page out of the old school parenting handbook and set some standards. Stop being intimidated by your child’s cries that “everybody does it.” The truth is, everybody doesn’t. Stand firm to values and explain why certain behaviors are inappropriate. Perhaps when it really counts and someone tells them that “everybody does it” they will be able to do the same.

Earth Angel

My aunt underwent brain surgery yesterday. This morning my sister called to let me know that she was finally in her room and that by all accounts, the surgery was successful. Oh, did I mention that the surgery took 18 hours? Yes, I said 18 hours…no typo here. Umm, let me add that this is the fourth brain surgery that she has endured. Now close your mouth and lower your brow.
My aunt is an amazing woman. She is definitely a person worth emulating. In our family, most would consider her to be the matriarch. She’s a natural born leader who has a tendency to put the weight of the world on her shoulders and carry it—and she makes it look so easy. She has no children of her own, but so many call her mom. She is one of the most giving people that I have ever met. I don’t think she realizes that she can’t help everyone. Whether financial resources, personal advice, constructive intervention, physical, emotional or spiritual support, she finds a way to give what is needed, when it is needed without seeking acknowledgement or praise for her deeds. She’s the type of person who sees a problem and makes a decision to be the solution. She’s a modern day Mother Teresa. During last year’s presidential campaign there was an ad that received a whole lot of attention…remember the ad that Hillary Clinton put out with the red telephone ringing at 3:00am that asked us who we wanted answering that call??? Well, my aunt is the one that answers the call in our family. She is the very definition of our family name.
So I guess you can just about imagine what yesterday was like for us huh? Pins and needles, that’s the understatement of the century! Of course my aunt had prepped us all for the surgery. She’d given instructions, assigned various people to fill important roles, discussed her will and other related business in the event that the unthinkable had occurred, and tried to assure us that she has lived a great life and was prepared should God decide to call her home. Up until the day of the surgery this natural born leader was still taking care of business and making sure that everyone else would be okay in her temporary absence (temporary absence was all we could fathom.) Even with all the prepping, praying, and positive thinking, we were struggling to get through every hour...it’s tough to remain positive through an 18 hour ordeal. Such an event can certainly help to put a lot of things in perspective. First and foremost, some of the things that we worry about on a day to day basis are really not as important as we think—it’s not brain surgery. Also, we have to take time out to show and tell our loved ones that we love them. We have to cherish every moment because history is made in the blink of an eye. Last but not least, we have to live each day to make a difference in our world so that when we leave this earth, it is indeed a better place for us having been here.
I am grateful that my aunt has been to Heaven’s door four times to interview for the Heavenly Angel position and that God turned her down each time. Not because she is unqualified, but because he has yet to find someone who could fill her current position…Earth Angel. Selfishly, I pray he never will.

When Bowling is More than a Game

I attended the Special Olympics to watch two young women compete in the bowling tournament. I had a great time and would go as far as saying that the experience was quite enlightening to me. From the moment I walked in the door I knew it was going to be a great day. Everyone was excited. Participants were waving and talking to their peers and to people that they had never met—like me. Volunteers were helping with everything from tying shoes to pushing wheelchair bound participants to their lanes.
After the opening ceremony, the participants roared and clapped with excitement. The games had officially begun. I watched as many lanes as I could see and observed the dynamics surrounding each team assigned to those lanes. I think the greatest thing that I saw was that in this setting, they all felt empowered, important, and that they were a part of a special group. They weren’t a group of people who were being looked at for what they couldn’t do, we had gathered to see a group of people compete in a bowling tournament. Today, they were the majority…I was the minority. As I looked down at the lanes I noticed that they were using different techniques to get the ball down the lane. Some were using arrows etched in the flooring as a guide to hit the pin they were trying to knock down, others squatted down and released the ball, there were those who seemed to have a natural flow—they just let the ball go and it glided down the lane to the intended destination, a lot of the bowlers spread their legs and used both hands to roll the ball down the lane, and there were a few, especially those using crutches, walkers, or wheelchairs, who used a special assistive device that allowed them to prop the ball up, line the apparatus up with the pins and push the ball with little or no difficulty. The lesson here is simple. There are many ways to reach your goal. If one doesn’t work, try another.
It seemed that each bowler understood the rules of the game and showed respect for their peers by waiting patiently for them to release their ball before releasing their own. Wait your turn. It’s a basic rule, but sometimes we seem to forget it. I also noticed that the players seemed to be genuinely interested in helping each other. Although it was a competition, they were rooting for one another. They cheered every strike, high fived when an opponent picked up a spare, and patted those on the back who couldn’t seem to keep the ball from going into the gutter. They recognized that even in a competition it’s important to be a good sport. I believe those pats on the back and words of encouragement helped ease the frustrations of a lot of players out there. It was great to see someone who wasn’t doing as well as the others finally bowl a strike and return to a bunch of high fives, applause, and thumbs up. I saw quite a few bowlers today that were either bowling for years or born with a special talent for knockin’ em down. It seemed that almost every ball that they sent down the lane had a magnetic attraction to those pins. But notice that I said “almost every ball.” That’s because every once in a while they’d do the improbable—roll a ball straight down the gutter or barely knock over one pin. Great players throw gutter balls too. Everyone makes mistakes, and there is always room for improvement. Although we should strive for perfection, we have to recognize progress.
At the end of the competition, each bowler made their way to a special seating area that had been set up to celebrate both individual and team success. They were so proud to be seated in the special section. They knew that it was an honor to be honored. All too often we wait for the “ultimate” accomplishment before we celebrate ourselves or tell others how proud we are of them. Unfortunately, we miss the obvious opportunities to tell people how important they are, how much they mean to us, and how their life is making a difference in ours. But I digress…there was a podium equipped with first, second, and third place blocks. There were bunches of balloons and most importantly, there were ribbons with varying colors signifying first through fourth place. I watched a young man jump out of his seat and run to the podium to accept his ribbon. The crowd cheered, his parents shouted his name and his smile extended the entire width of his face. He had trouble standing still because he was so excited. He couldn’t believe that he had taken fourth place. For him, he had achieved something beyond what he thought possible. Today I learned that sometimes fourth place means just as much as first place.
I was famished and the smell of fries and pizza had finally got the best of me. So before leaving, I decided to take on the snack bar. I ordered a hot dog (thinking “what could possibly go wrong with a simple hot dog”)and a soda. As I took the first bite of the hot dog, I looked up to see a woman walk by wearing a t-shirt that said “Label jars, not people.” I smiled and she waved. I took a sip of soda and reluctantly bit another piece of my hot dog as I thought to myself “even the Special Olympics can’t make the food at the bowling alley taste any better.

Labor of Love

There’s only one profession where you can be both teacher and student, the judge and the jury, landlord and housekeeper, chef and waiter, detective and private investigator, coach, referee and cheerleader, bodyguard and prison guard, doctor and emergency room nurse, personal shopper and fashion critic, chauffeur and driving instructor, and financial advisor as well as collection agent. The duties and titles for this profession are used interchangeably, and quite often, simultaneously. Although this profession does not offer a salary, it can be quite rewarding. It’s a profession that requires nearly two decades of internship, but results in no formal certification or degree. Ideally, this profession involves a lifelong co-worker to assist with the responsibilities attached to success in the role. The profession is Parenting. The job title is either Mother or Father depending on ones gender. I am proud to be a Mother.

This role is not one to be taken lightly. The responsibilities are far too great. From the moment I heard my eldest son’s first cry, I knew that the magnitude of the journey ahead was far greater than I had imagined. This innocent child who reluctantly entered our world had no choice but to go home with me. He was defenseless, needy, helpless, and vulnerable. It was up to us—his parents, to give him what he needed in order to survive, and later, thrive. The position that I applied for and accepted is “Mother.” Of all the positions that I have had over the years, “Mother” is the title that I am most proud to hold.

You see, it’s so much more than having a baby. It doesn’t take much to do that. It’s raising a child in a safe environment, nurturing, teaching, caring, sharing, loving, sacrificing and being selfless. It’s tough love, long hugs, long talks, and discipline. It’s setting expectations and providing encouragement. It’s believing in their dreams and lending support. It’s offering a shoulder to cry on or being someone to cry with. It’s earning respect and ensuring that it’s given for a lifetime, and giving respect when it is due. Ah, the thrill of Motherhood! It’s challenging and complex and at times, it’s simple and uncomplicated. It requires that we give without expecting any personal reward. We give, expecting that our children will get more, be more, and do more as a result of what we gave…or gave up.

As a young woman awaiting the birth of my firstborn, I thought labor was the most difficult part of the experience. I was wrong. It was only preparation for the task ahead. It was preparation for the sleepless nights I spent worrying if he was still breathing and the soft bounces as I rest his head against my shoulder to comfort him while teething. It was the excitement of his first steps and the fear I felt when he had his first fall. It's the frustration of potty training and the aggravation of cleaning the floor around the toilet when he missed the big hole in the center. I can't forget about the anticipation on his first day of school and the stress of his first day as a latch key kid. It's the pride associated with admission into all honors courses as a freshman in high school, and the difficulty in knowing when to push harder and expect more, or when to accept that what they've done is their best. It's the fear in trusting that you have instilled enough to get them through their first crush and their first rejection, as well as their first test of peer pressure...knowing one decision could change their lives forever. The list goes on and on, but I wouldn't trade the job for anything. It's hard work, but it's a labor of love.

Today is the day that my oldest son was born. I'd like to think that in working to ensure that he grows up to be a great man, I too have become a better woman. I'm proud to be his mother, and I couldn't ask for a better son.

If the Sun Never Shines Again...

Recent statistics cast a cloud of hopelessness on inner city youth—particularly African American and Hispanic youth. Results of nearly every study on the future of our youth indicates a less than bleak outlook. According to research, these youth, our youth, are more likely to go to jail than to college, more likely to contract a sexually transmitted disease than to abstain from sex until marriage, our young ladies are more likely to become teenage parents, and our young men are more likely to dodge the responsibility of fatherhood. From predictions of poor health and disease to a lifetime of poverty, the gray skies of low expectations make it seem nearly impossible for inner city youth to hope for sunny days.

While it is important to be mindful of the statistics, we mustn’t allow these indicators to determine what we can accomplish. For every negative statistic and projection there is a person who decided not to subscribe to the narrative and ignored the data. Instead, they decided to work harder, set goals, believe in themselves, accept responsibility for their actions, develop positive habits and relationships, and approach every day of their lives with a sense of purpose and urgency. As a result they beat the odds and had their opportunity to laugh in the face of adversity. A few well known examples that come to mind are Michael Jordan who was cut from his high school basketball team, Jennifer Hudson who wasn’t good enough to be America’s Idol, Jay Z who was raised in one of the worst NYC housing projects, Fantasia who was a teenage mother and high school drop out, and Kevin Garnett who gave everything he had on the court even when he was playing for a losing team.

Set your own goals, make your own predictions and live up to your own expectations without factoring in the negative forecasts projected by others. Be prepared for the storm, but don’t let it keep you from living your dreams. If the sun never shines on your side of town again, then dance in the rain. And dance like your life depends on it.