Growing up in NYC is tough. Having a mother who grew up in NYC is even tougher. But that is my reality. Without my mother’s guidance I’m not so sure I’d be around today. She made it possible for me to explore the world outside the ghetto. For that I am appreciative.

I remember one day when I stayed out ’til 4am in the morning at 15 years old. On this day I found myself playing video games at my friend’s house. Not realizing the time had passed so quickly, my friend’s mother asked if I should call my mother. In the most macho, think I’m grown, attitude I told moms not to worry. My mother is cool with it, or so I thought.

When I got home mother was up and waiting for me. She grilled me about where I have been and why I didn’t call (this was before 15 year olds carried cell phones). Moms went so far as asking didn’t these people you were hanging with ask if you should call home. Hmmm, I thought to lie, but I told the truth. What is the harm in that?

My mother called the parents of my friend. She wanted to know why I did not call. After a brief discussion my mother got off the phone. And, told me to never do it again. Communication is important and as a child I have a responsibility to be aware of time and safety. I didn’t get a beating. I didn’t get punishment. But my mother made me realize how much she loved and cared for me.

My mother wasn’t overbearing. She didn’t consume my space. She let me live my life with minimal guidance. But when she had to put her foot down, you knew you had done something wrong.

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