Easter Reminded Me of the Miracles That Are My Children

Greetings from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Things have been busy. I am still a working mom of three, working full time who is trying to make a difference. I do a lot of things and try to be present so that I can learn from them. I share them on this blog so that we can learn together. Below are some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have learned from navigating my world. Below is a tale of my road to becoming the mother of three. It was a road filled with joys and disappointments. However, I wouldn't giving nothing for my journey now. Here's to embracing every step of the journey, even the painful ones, and embracing the lessons learned along the way.

The Power of Showing Up...


The recent loss of my grandmother has taught me about the power of showing up. My mother and I learned of the death of my grandmother while traveling back from China. Ironically, I left her at customs in DC, she traveled to her home in Virginia and I continued on to Pittsburgh. While I was in the United Red Carpet Club during my lay over, I learned of my grandmother’s passing.

When I returned to Pittsburgh, I briefly returned to work, cleaned up a bit, and traveled to Rochester for the funeral. Truthfully, I delayed my trip to Rochester. I was dealing with my own grief and doubted that I could contribute anything worthwhile to the preparation process. I reasoned that between my sister, cousins, aunts, uncles and mothers, they had enough help. But I was wrong.

At my grandmother's wake though, I was struck about how important it is just to show up.

The wake was incredibly well attended. Like any other wake, it was attended by those we expected--those who knew her and loved her, and those who know and love members of my family. And those who could not attend sent flowers and plants. However, what was surprising was how many people showed up who were unexpected.

Some people we barely knew who were impacted by my grandmother or her children attended simply to show their support. One woman who attended was a former employee of my mother. She worked for my mother ten years ago and remembered that my grandmother had contributed some food to the school's diversity lunch. While she had never met her she wanted to attend because she saw the obituary in the paper and wanted to support "[my mother], the best boss that she ever had."

The numbers were overwhelming. And even though I did not speak to everyone, every person touched me by their sheer presence, Indeed, on some level, we needed them. Indeed, we were also bolstered by the presence of each friend who attended and by each family member.

I also realized how importance my presence was at the wake, at the funeral, and in my family. Frequently, I skip events because I don't think that I'll be missed. However, I realize that it is not true. Showing up shows that you care. Showing up shows your support. Showing up matters. And sometimes, that is all that is needed.

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Anonymous said…
Chaton - This is my first time to your blog. I didn't even know that you had one! I am equally impressed with your writing as I am your willingness to share the depth of your emotions. As a fellow writer, I know what courage it takes to bare your soul. Few people can make the personal, feel universal and you have done that well in this post. I know how close you were and still are to your grandmother, inspite of her leaving this world, and I can only imagine how difficult yet theraputic this post must have been. Well done and keep writing! Nicole