It's that day again. Father's Day, that is. I'd say it doesn't mean that much to me because I didn't have much of a father at all, but as I've grown older my feelings about this day have changed.
For starters, my mom Sabrena was both mother and father to me in so many ways. She put the food on the table for my older brothers and me, the roof over our heads, the clothes on our back, and she put the motivation in our hearts and minds that we could be anything. I'm sure my life would be far different had my dad been around, but I don't mind because my mom is simply amazing. She bought her first home in her mid 40s, graduated from college in her 50s, and puts so much energy and compassion into supporting her own family and friends. To this day, I get inspiration from my mother and face untold obstacles to succeed in life because of the even more significant obstacles she had to overcome to raise three boys into men all alone.
I've been blessed to learn from many men in my life from my grandfather and my uncle to my high school track coach and many of my former bosses, mentors and investors. Many of these men are amazing fathers to their children and I hope to internalize all the great things I've seen up close to be a great father to my own children someday.
But mostly, my inspiration and education for how to be a great person, how to strive for more in life, and how to pass good attributes and life lessons to your kids is from one person.
I love you, mom. Happy Father's Day.