Within 9 hours this tweet becomes a beautiful blessing to everyone aa Mamma Essie is found and contact made.
I cannot wait tor the reunion!
I was 12 yrs old when my mother lost the ability to parent me safely.
I was taken from her & put into a huge, scary children's shelter. It took a long time but they finally found someone who would take in a deeply troubled, rather wild child like me.
Mama Essie was a black woman & I had a black foster sister, too. A second one came later. She had three of us little hooligans.
And oh what a hooligan I was! I wasn't all that nice to her. I stole from her. I ran up her phone bill calling my boyfriend. When she put a lock on the dial-up phone, I broke it. I was a mess & a handful. I eventually ran away & was put back in the shelter & never saw her again. I'm sure I broke her heart.
And...
The foundation of EVERYTHING I know about grace, abt dignity, abt fashion, makeup, hair care (I still use a pick), elegance, excellence, self-care, patience, love, goodness, generocity & fierceness in the face of pain came from my Mama Essie.
She was one of the highest ranking civilians in the military in the US, female & black no less! In the 80s! She had severe eye issues, maybe even a glass eye. She SINGLE PARENTED three hurting foster TEENS. She owned her own house.
In the 80s she took in a wild, ignorant WHITE child. Y'all, it wasn't the done thing in that area.
Talk about badass!!!!
Whatever good there is abt who I am, where I am, how I am it is due to the foundation she laid. She showed me kindness, wasn't bowled over by my sass & taught me things my own mom never did/could.
I don't know why she came to mind today but the tears are rolling, the heart is welling & I so want to honor her today with this little public rememberence. I tried to find her & haven't yet.
Mama Essie, if you're still with us or peering through the windows of heaven...thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I heard you. I saw you. You made a difference, more than you'll ever know.