{"id":12564,"date":"2024-04-04T03:29:01","date_gmt":"2024-04-04T03:29:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/jsuflash\/?p=12564"},"modified":"2024-04-04T03:29:01","modified_gmt":"2024-04-04T03:29:01","slug":"managing-editor-honors-and-celebrates-her-mom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/2024\/04\/04\/managing-editor-honors-and-celebrates-her-mom\/","title":{"rendered":"Managing editor honors and celebrates her mom"},"content":{"rendered":"

Photo provided by Jai’Den\u00a0Smith<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jai\u2019Den Smith
\nManaging editor<\/span><\/p>\n

March is designated as Women\u2019s History Month and for many, celebrating historical icons is how this month is recognized. For me however, my mother is and will remain the most impactful woman in my life. This fact becomes more and more clear to me each day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It is a realization I often find myself rediscovering. As a young woman, it is easy to look at the women who seem to have it all together. The beautiful, the intelligent, the powerful. But when I look to them to aid in my navigation of my own identity, I\u2019m often left disappointed.<\/span><\/p>\n

But my mother, the woman who remains consistently kind, intelligent, powerful, and brave, has never left me short of amazement.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Besides literally giving life to me, my mom is my source of air. I often find myself in college struggling. Struggling to know myself, struggling to know right from wrong, struggling to understand my circumstances.<\/span><\/p>\n

One phone call with my mother makes any crisis seem so small.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Being snatched away from all that I know and living in a completely different state, it is so easy to forget who I am.<\/span><\/p>\n

That is why in college, you need someone who never could forget. Someone to remind you of your strengths, aid your weaknesses, and make you aware of the growth in yourself.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Who better to tell my story than my mother? She literally has been a witness from the beginning. She was the first to tell me what I\u2019m capable of. The bond between mother and daughter is so sacred, because she is one of the only people you will have in your life who won\u2019t be intimidated by your wins.<\/span><\/p>\n

All of my accomplishments, she views as her own. All of my failures, she doesn\u2019t hold against me. She is the first to tell me how beautiful I am, and the last to expose my flaws.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As life fluctuates and I navigate through the many struggles that come with being a 20 year old- and I search life for my people and the places I will belong- my mother remains the most consistent rock in my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

The times when I struggle to know my own identity, who I am and what I\u2019m made of, she never forgets. In my worst moments and biggest breakdowns- she remains unmoved.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My mom had me young, she was only 21 when she gave birth to me. Motherhood was new to her and like many, she looked to her community to help raise me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

At the time, I was only 3 or 4 years old and my mom had a best friend who\u2019d she let babysit me. They had met in the first grade and remained close ever since.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember telling my mom I didn\u2019t like how her friend treated me. She was often rough and wouldn\u2019t want to help me get out of my car seat or let me play with the magnets on her fridge.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Needless to say, I\u2019ve never seen her again. My mother never brought her up and now it being 17 years later, she has still never been around our family again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It is now an ongoing joke in my family, we all laugh about how my mom did not hesitate to cut off her long-term friend for being mean to her daughter. This story is pretty much the basis of me and my mom\u2019s relationship. She\u2019s the first up to bat for me and my first lifeline when I\u2019m in need.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve had so many situations happen to me in college that I know people would never call their mothers for. It\u2019s the opposite for me. I can call and tell her anything, and I do. No matter what: men, friendships, academics, it doesn\u2019t matter.<\/span><\/p>\n

My first semester of college, I failed a class. I was devastated. I was too embarrassed to admit it to her. Time had gone by and I thought I got away with it. She had never asked or ever brought it up and I had been lying about my performance my freshman year. A semester later while she was in my P.A.W.S. account, she saw it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She called and asked me if I had failed a class. My heart thumped out of my chest and I left my dorm to continue the conversation, preparing for the verbal punishment I would receive through the phone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To my surprise, she told me that it\u2019s okay. That happens and feeling shame about it will only lead me to fail more and to own up to my academic mistakes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I was so surprised. Her words comforted me in a way she\u2019d never know. I didn\u2019t even know I needed to hear those words myself. I was carrying shame from the failure and hadn\u2019t even realized it. Her words helped me to forgive myself and accept all that would come with my four years in college.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As I grow older and step in womanhood, my admiration for her only grows. She\u2019s an amazing wife to my father and even more attentive mother to my younger siblings than she was too me. I love that I am a witness to her growth from a young mother to a respected woman and I hope I can become half the woman she is.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And so I honor and celebrate you, Kenyatta Smith, aka my mom!<\/span><\/p>\n

According to <\/span>www.womenshistory.org<\/span><\/a>, <\/span>Women\u2019s History Month began as a local celebration in Santa Rosa, California. The Education Task Force of the Sonoma County (California) Commission on the Status of Women planned and executed a \u201cWomen\u2019s History Week\u201d celebration in 1978. The organizers selected the week of March 8 to correspond with International Women\u2019s Day. The movement spread across the country as other communities initiated their own Women\u2019s History Week celebrations the following year.<\/span><\/p>\n

In 1980, a consortium of women\u2019s groups and historians\u2014led by the National Women\u2019s History Project (now the National Women’s History Alliance)\u2014successfully lobbied for national recognition. In February 1980, President Jimmy Carter issued the first Presidential Proclamation declaring the Week of March 8th 1980 as National Women\u2019s History Week.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Subsequent Presidents continued to proclaim a National Women\u2019s History Week in March until 1987 when Congress passed Public Law 100-9, designating March as \u201cWomen\u2019s History Month.\u201d Between 1988 and 1994, Congress passed additional resolutions requesting and authorizing the President to proclaim March of each year as Women\u2019s History Month. Since 1995,\u00a0each president has issued an annual proclamation designating the month of March as \u201cWomen\u2019s History Month.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo provided by Jai’Den\u00a0Smith Jai\u2019Den Smith Managing editor March is designated as Women\u2019s History Month and for many, celebrating historical icons is how this month is recognized. For me however, my mother is and will remain the most impactful woman in my life. This fact becomes more and more clear to me each day.\u00a0 It […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":12568,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-12564","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-opinion"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12564"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12578,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12564\/revisions\/12578"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.jsums.edu\/theflash\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}