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Mama Said: Lessons on Life
Mama Said: Lessons on Life
Mama Said: Lessons on Life
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Mama Said: Lessons on Life

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Mama Said is composed of heartfelt short, non-fiction stories celebrating the special relationship that each mother has with their daughter. Each story focuses on the personal life lessons that a Mother taught and shared with her daughter. Not the simple surface/basic lessons, Mama Said dives deeper. Mama Said addresses life's more profound trials and struggles during the many phases of womanhood. These lessons span well into personal trials and tribulations from the mother's personal life.

As transparent as the mother could be with her daughter, she yet held onto a life-changing secret. Now, as an adult, the daughter is unaware that her mother is dying from Breast Cancer. Throughout the lessons that the mother taught and shared with her daughter, clues are lightly sprinkled into the various loving moments of the mother's words until the secret is revealed. After this, the lessons yet continue until the end of the mother's life journey.

As the reader, you will laugh, cry, and reminisce about the personal lessons you've been taught. There's also a great chance that you will learn new lessons. These heartfelt short non-fiction stories can be shared with your Mother, Grandmother(s), Aunt(s), Godmother(s), Sister(s), Daughter(s), Sister-Friend(s), and their daughter(s). Let's help continue the conversation on life and the many lessons it has for us all.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateJan 6, 2021
ISBN9781098344122
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    Mama Said - Talisa A. Garcia

    © 2020 Talisa A. Garcia. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Copyright Office.Registration number: TXu 2-208-505 ISBN 978-1-09834-411-5 eBook 978-1-09834-412-2

    Acknowledgement

    To my Beloved Mother, you are the strongest woman I have ever known. For your unconditional love, sacrifice, determination, and your teachings, I will forever be grateful. Until we are reunited again. May you continue to Rest In Love.

    Mable M (Woodford) Garcia.

    To my best friend Ray Chandler, words can’t express how grateful I am for your unconditional love and friendship. Thank you.

    To Rodel Wade Jr. thank you for understanding my vision and bringing it to life.

    Pshanda Pugh (MA, LPC, NCC); thank you for taking the time and encouraging me to write. What has come from my spirit has been self-awakening, and beautiful.

    Contents

    Intro

    Lil Mama’s Blues

    Everybody Works, Choose Wisely

    Always Stand For What You Believe In

    Anyway, You Bless Me, My Lord, My God

    Learn to Be Proud of Yourself

    Be Fierce and Know God Has You

    Art Class

    Heart Break

    Baby

    Sometimes It’s Just Nice to be Nice

    Naked

    A MOTHER’S STORYBy Mable Garcia

    Mirror

    Falling Off The Bicycle

    Comparing Yourself to Others

    Mama and God

    I Didn’t, But My Baby Did

    Don’t Share Unless You Mean it

    Green Frog

    I Think You’re Wonderful

    Slang

    You Are Beautiful

    Watch Others and Learn

    Your Head Is Big

    Intro

    Everything in my body hurt. It didn’t matter how many times I took aspirin throughout the day; the pounding headache would not depart from me. Perhaps it was from the constant crying. After all, I had been crying for three weeks straight. My legs had an annoying aching pain that wouldn’t go away, and my heart literally felt like it had broken. Constant shortness of breath, unable to sleep, tossing and turning all night finally going to sleep for one hour just to wake up by my alarm in a cold sweat. Barely able to eat, and little to no comfort at all from my family, the people that I automatically thought would be here to console me. Outside of my closest friends that lived in various States, I was alone.

    When reaching my destination, I barely had the strength in my body to walk up the stairs. I was in amazement at how fast my heart was beating, especially being that I knew from an emotional and spiritual standpoint that my heart was shattered into millions of tiny pieces. Although I needed to make it up the stairs, a part of me felt that there was no point, there was absolutely nothing that could be done to fix my heart, to fix me. To do that, a miracle would have to take place, a miracle that just couldn’t be brought into fruition.

    Starring at the stairs that led straight up, I took a deep breath, held on to the banister, and used the last bit of strength I had left to pull my weakened body up the stairs. There waiting on me in the office, located at the top of the stairs and through the first set of doors to the left, was the first Grieving Consoler I would see. When I reached the door, I took another deep breath and then knocked. I was greeted by a soft, friendly voice telling me to come in.

    Listening to my heartbreaking story, the life-changing loss I encountered, the betrayal, and disrespect I faced from blood relatives, my Grieving Consoler told me to write a letter to those individuals that hurt me and sincerely express how I felt. When completed, I was instructed to put those letters into an envelope, placing it in my Bible, and closing it afterward. This was so much deeper than just a homework assignment, this was truly the beginning of working on my healing.

    Although a Millennial, I grew up in a time where a child had to stay in their place, meaning that children were not permitted to stand up for themselves when it came to Adults disregarding/talking down to them in a disrespectful manner. An Adult could be in the wrong, but as the child, you had to be silent, stand there, and take their abuse. I personally stopped doing that when I turned 18 and left for College. However, when it came to the people that Mama and I both knew, out of what I felt was respect for her, I still stood silent, either biting my tongue or lip to keep from letting people older than me have it! There was a time I bit my lip so hard that it bled. Whenever I would walk away and talk to Mama, I never held back how I felt, nor what I wanted to say. Thinking through how I would address a few of the individuals that either hurt Mama, and/or I was difficult, but it needed to be done. Again, it was in part for my healing.

    Thinking about the hurt in Mama’s eyes, the conversations with her that resulted from that hurt, and doing my best to cheer her up as she lay dying of Breast Cancer on my couch, barely able to move her then very small weakened framed body, I very much wanted a few of these individuals to know what they did. I wanted them to understand the pain

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