Today is the 26th of October. It is a day that I am always humbled and thankful to one person in particular… That is my mother, Valette H. Wright. Oh yes, my father I also think of, but when it came to carrying me as I formed both in the womb and out of it, that was my mother. And, on this day before my birthday, every year of my life, she deserves a lot of credit; for she gave me the right to breathe… she labored for my life.
I have prayed for my mother and been thankful to her every October 26th, since 1972; for that is the year I first became a mother and learned the joy of childbirth, and the work of laboring for a child’s life. I would like to think that I was openly grateful to her, and to some extent I was as I matured… But only she knows the trial it was to raise her eldest daughter, to watch her learn her life lessons, and to give that daughter everything she had to make my life beautiful. How can I fully and completely be grateful for that?