Sha-Ray’s Blog

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make

Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’

To me that languish’d for her sake;

But when she saw my woeful state,

Straight in her heart did mercy come,

Chiding that tongue that ever sweet

Was used in giving gentle doom,

And taught it thus anew to greet:

‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,

That follow’d it as gentle day

Doth follow night, who like a fiend

From heaven to hell is flown away;

‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,

And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’

When she smiles it gives me butterflies. Her laugh encourages me to laugh even if I have no idea what I’m laughing about. Her hair is black with highlights of brown that stops at her shoulders. She’s beautiful. She is my mother.                                                                                              

I came into her life on September 20, 1992. Since that day she has taught me everything imaginable, from the biggest things to the smallest things. The one lesson she taught me that will forever stick with me is that no matter what life throws at you always keep a smile and never give up because life has a positive side to every negative situation.

Our relationship is indescribable. When I think about it I feel warm and much loved. Our relationship was every bit of extraordinary.

In the end this is the woman that influenced me to be great. She influenced me to love and be loved. My mother influenced me to be who I am.

A time I accomplished something very important to me was when I was about nine years old. I started dancing when I was seven and each year we had to put on a recital of our dances. For years I had been so afraid to be out there on that stage. I felt like all eyes would be on me and that if I messed up I would absolutely die. As the years went on I started to become more comfortable with having people look at me and being on stage but that bad thing was that I was still kind of scared. I wanted more than anything to just be able to go out on that stage and be able to actually dance without forgetting my steps and freezing. The night of our next recital I went to my mother who was sitting in the crowd and I told her how afraid I was. She told me that no matter what mistake I made I would still be very talent and that I wasn’t the only person up there who would be scared. I had never really thought about that. My mother was right. Many of the other girls were just as afraid as I was. I had finally realized that there was nothing to be afraid of. Dancing is a beautiful art and mistakes happen. That night I got out there and I danced my heart out and I wasn’t nervous! 

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