This Little Light Of Mine: Mamma Vicky

Growing up, I always noticed the glow in my mother’s eyes—a sparkle, honestly. It was as if she knew an amazing secret, and the excitement was always in her eyes!

She was always happy in the morning, which is why I start talking as soon as I wake up—pray for Cortney. 😂

She never said “no”; instead, it was “not right now” or “we’ll see.” She made it a point to pray over us every morning before we left the house for school. She fed every person she met at one point or another, whether it was as the cafeteria lady or at our dinner table in our small kitchen. And even though we couldn’t stay the night at anyone else’s home, our home was always open to friends and cousins to safely play, eat, and be kids!

Now I realize that the glow in her eyes was the love of a person filled with purpose—kind of like a teddy bear on shelves that says, “touch my hand, I sing.” Every time she served others, her eyes sparkled because her purpose was being fulfilled. No matter how hard times were, she never missed an opportunity to bring her inner joy to the world.

I’m often reminded that my “why” has always been to honor her in life and make sure that her legacy is known and felt by everyone who hears her name, tastes her pancakes, and authentically connects with the stories that represent just how special they are to their family too.

Until next time, on the parking lot of life… Keep shining your light.