Thursday, August 14, 2008

In Triplicate

Three Generations



Today's post is inspired by the recently written posts on motherhood by Blackgirlinmaine and Raw Dog Buffalo. I have been wanting to write a post on motherhood and how I was mothered in, what I call, triplicate.

My childhood rearing was a group effort. I was jointly raised by my mother, grandmother, and aunts (and uncles) on both sides of my family. My mother's side was more intense because I lived with her, however when I visited my father his mother and sister took up where my mother and her folks left off. My childhood rearing also included a few guest appearance by the villagers, you know the ones it takes to raise a child, telling me to sit up straight, stop chewing gum in church, and making phone calls to members of The Triplicate when I was spotted engaging in shady behavior.

My grandmother's network of villagers was so extensive she had me shook by the time I was 5 or 6. I would not and did not do many things because I was afraid of the report ( I was pretty sure there would be one) of me doing something shady would beat me home, like the time I almost got run over by my neighbor, Mrs Boots (big ups to Mrs. Boots a kind, widowed, elderly, white woman who often entertained the madness of a 5 year old who was always trying to sell her some kind of silly wares to make money. You know like knocking on her door and asking her did she want to buy the page from my jumbo coloring book that I had colored as if it was a lost Monet! or hanging around her garden as she picked tomatoes or going into her backyard, uninvited, to pick up the pecans that had fallen of my grandparent's pecan tree.

Before my shaken to the core soul stepped foot into my grandmother's house to gain some composure from my NDE, my grandmother already knew I was illegally riding my big wheel in the street, not following the rules for being extra cautious when riding near cars and driveways on the sidewalk (which I was NOWHERE NEAR- yep I was all up in the streets like I had a motor), and that I had come literally with in an inch of being a photo in the forgotten loved ones slide show at my family reunion (we really don't have a slide show, but literary license people). The fact that she knew all that in the span it took for me to thank God for my safety and deciding to run one door down and around the corner to the back door, and then run one house down around the corner to and through the back door, had me shook. It became apparent to me that my grandmother had eyes and ears EVERYWHERE and I was not smart enough to detect when those spies where amongst me. Man Mrs. Boots betrayed me, I mean we had PB&J together I thought she was my dawg... why'd she have to do me like that and rat me out to the ring leader of The Triplicate, of all people.

Anyway much of who I am has to do with the things that were imparted into me by that triplicate. Even those things that I at first didn't want to do, but later realized, usually after phucking up a few times doing it my own hard headed way, were the right things to do or ways to live. The triplicate imparted within me the knowledge and hard headed lessons of many women and not just one. And I think that really helped me in who I am today. You know the manners and the attitude. The think I can do anything attitude, the lack of fear, well exccept the true fear of my grandmother. It took me years to shake that and I still have a few cousins who haven't shaken that fear.


Raw Dog's post was about the deterioration of co-raising, especially of our young girls, in the black community. It is true you don't see the Ma'Deas and Big Momma as commonly as you once did. I actually think it has all but dissipated in the north exccept in the communities of black immigrants who venture over here to start a better lives, but still keep their culture of communal raising alive. We have somehow assimilated ourselves to a new style of raising our kids absent of our mothers input. The abandonment is the antithesis of our culture, roots, and origins, where children were often raised communally. Now don't get me wrong I am not advocating meddling, however I do think healthy co-parenting from someone who has manage to make it through parenthood and raise you to be a overly cautious parent you are today, could have some good advice every now and again. It seems we are too busy and too independent to listen to the advice of elders who have been through "it" already.

Too busy to get hugs and words of encouragement that say you will survive, might not seem like it now but you are not a weirdo or bad mother but just going through and you will make it through. I made it through, survival is in you. Or baby maybe you should talk to someone about how you are feeling (the blackequivalent of seek some type of mental council which is usually a pastor or elder member of the village, you know how the black community feels about traditional mental health care -AB4AD) I wish we could somewhat return back to the time of co-parenting and our children having their own triplicate and being contributing members of a a triplicate and/or village raising a child.

Blackgirlinmaine's post was more about how we have seemed to move from letting childhood be childhood and more towards it being an experiment in creating super adults who speak four languages, went to the best colleges, and have earning potentials as high as the current deficit (Yes, that was a pot shot). When I read her post, I immediately reflected back to my childhood. My mom was never a homeroom mom, she never signed up to go on field trips or to bring cookies to the Valentine's Day party. By today's standards she would have been considering lacking by many and a bad mother by a few. Her help with homework wasn't needed because by the time she got home I had already finished my homework, chores, played, and bathe for the night, under supervision of one of The Triplicate members.

You see, my mom was a single mother so she didn't have the luxury to school me extra or pay for summer math, basketball, and science camps or spend time just loving on me. She loved on me by providing for me as if I had two parents. As a child of a single mother I didn't want for any of my needs and sometimes was indulged in my wants. Blackgirlinmaine had a point there is something to be said about just letting your kid be a kid, instead of forcing them into adult worries and struggles about always succeeding, winning, being better than. I think there has to be a happy middle ground. And I pray if I ever become a parent I will find a mix between discipline and pure unadulterated childishness, after all such childish behavior is only acceptable from children. I'd hate to have my child miss out on being a child.

I also hope if I ever become a mother, I won't even go into the fear of failing as a parent psychosis I have, that I will also be able to employee the service of my own triplicate and village. I have to tell you I most certainly LOVE that I was brought up by a triplicate that raised me somewhere in the middle.

The main picture is of me and 2/3rds of my triplicate, Mom OG, and GG (the real orignal!!). GG is short for great grandmother, it has now replaced her previous monikers of Grandmother Rachel, Granny Rachel, and Granny. Yes, I called my grandmother Grandmother Rachel for many years! Don't laugh at the juxtaposition of my country azz using the most proper term for her grandmother there is. Blame my aunt, she taught me to say it as a kid. Sure, I was also the only grandchild of the 14 that called her Grandmother Rachel, before she went all Prince on us and changed her name to GG. After all, I was the first grandchild I got to do what I wanted (or what others coaxed me to do!). Coaxed I love that word too.

The other is my one of the many variations of the triplicate/villagers in my family, my lil' cousin mothers. They are second cousins, my grandfather and their grandmother were brother and sister. Extended family it is one of the few residues of slavery that we have that was somewhat positive and a cultural tradition that survived despite slavery.

Long live The Triplicate and the villagers!

Be EZ,
OG

12 comments:

blackgirlinmaine said...

Beautiful post. While I was raised my my Mom & Dad, I spent most weekends with my Grandparents and as a teenager we lived in the same house with my Granny. I so remember the days when the village looked out for the kids and if you did something bad, your folks knew by the time you got home.

I was busted for smoking at 14, how? I went to the store and decided to light up, well a neighbor saw me and called my Granny who you know told my folks.

On our block, we had a Mrs. Jones who saw everything our parents didn't and she did not hesitate to check you plus you got it when you got home.

It is sad that the Madeas seem to be gone, no more comfy Grannys who on the weekends kicked around in a housedress and flipflops cooking meals and just being there. Like Raw Dawg said, seems even grandma is getting ready for the club.

I swear you see that difference in the younger generation (under 30) where for many they didn't have the Grandma who would not hesitate to put up a foot up yo behind and straighten you out.

There was something about that generational love, in my teens my Moms got on my nerves but that is where Granny filled that void and kept me centered.

Nowsdays its like grown-ups don't want to be grown when it comes to the kids. I think about how now with every new decade, we want to seem young.. young is cool but getting old isn't bad either because with age in many cases comes wisdom, wisdom we ought to be passing on.

n0days0ff said...

wow.that was chicken soup for the soul.i was raised by my aunt till i was 4 and actually thought she was my mom. good post i lamost dropped a tear

Sister Girl said...

Speak on,sister....speak up for R-E-A-L women !

It's a crying shame what you see now when remembering how it used to be. But I grew up in a time where people were "allowed" you to correct their children. Nowdays if you DARE to try,you'll get your feelings hurt or much WORSE. And one thing that I can't stand to see is a child being disrespectful without any correction at all....and the parent is right there !

I know that there are excellent parents that still remain,but the times have changed seemingly overnight when parents had their hands tied from "spanking" a child. Not that I believe in beating a child unmercifully,but we were whipped (and I'm thankful for every one I received too).

We were corrected by neighbors,churchgoers,relatives...and you would "get it" again whenever you got home because my mother said that "we knew better".

T.

Ebony Intuition said...

Great post.

Trina said...

I was just reading a post about whether single mothers can handle parenting, esp. raising boys on their own - I commented on how it takes a wise single mother to recognize that she needs everybody she can find that she believes would be good influences on her children - even if there are two parents, a child needs more people in their lives to make them happy, well-rounded and developed individuals. We've gotten too seperated from each other in our communities now...I remember when the neighbors on my block and the other parents in my church had NO problem taking us to the side as kids to correct us or invite us into their home and treat us like we were their own - some things should never change...

blackwomenblowthetrumpet.blogspot.com said...

Hey there O.G.!

What wonderful photos!!

This is so true!

{smiles}
Lisa

i.can't.complain. said...

im just glad i finally get to see ms. OG

and mama G

and GG

beautiful

-1-

Keith said...

Great Photos and so nice to still have three generations of women still alive. That is just beautiful O.G. So much wisdom in that room.

blackwomenblowthetrumpet.blogspot.com said...

Hey OG,

Are you 6 feet tall?

People think that I am close to 6 feet tall...but I'm not! Oh how I wish!!

*giggles*
Lisa

OG, The Original Glamazon said...

Lisa,

I am 5'10.5" flat footed so in any heel I'm 6+.

-OG

Eb the Celeb said...

In my Tocarra voice

Faaaabbboooollloouuus!

sdg1844 said...

Amen! I was raised by an assortment of family and vilagers as well. Everyone on my block knew me and my family, so I didn't get away with a hell of alot.

I'm better off for it. We have dropped the ball with our kids and are quick to say mind your business when someone checks your child.

There was a time when that was appreciated and we need it more because so many of our kids are OUT OF CONTROL!

Great post OG...