Happy Mother’s Day to all of the women who are birthing live and love in your homes and communities. Today, I am participating the GirlTrek‘s #DaughtersOf campaign by walking with my daughter, Ashley.
I am Natasha Sistrunk Robinson, daughter of Salle F. Johnson, who enlisted in the U.S. Army and helped her parents pay of their home. She was a woman of poor health, yet vibrant spirit. A kind, gentle, and loving woman who was a fierce advocate for her children. She made a mean macaroni and cheese from scratch, and everyone loved her peach cobbler. She is the person who taught me how to host parties, forgive when hurt, seek Jesus, and live a life of gratitude. Today, I walk in her honor with my daughter, Ashley.
You can read more about her in my memoir, A Sojourner’s Truth: Choosing Freedom and Courage in a Divided World.
I am also reposting a tribute that I wrote for her:
It is true, we become like what we see. Growing up, what I saw was my mother, Sallie. She worked hard and gave everything she could so my sister and I had opportunities to thrive. She served in the church and in the community. She loved family and was always hospitable to strangers. She was a humble woman who led—a woman of influence.
When she married the strong man who raised me, she made him believe that his contributions in this life were valuable. He was an ever-present father, and together they started a business. He labored earnestly and built his team. She was the keeper of the books and office administrator. They cooked and cleaned and did yard work together. Sometimes he braided my hair. They welcomed another child into our home, this time a son.
As our family and business grew, so did my mother’s faith. She was like Lydia—when she committed her life to Jesus (I mean really committed her life) she took the whole family with her. Sallie and her household were baptized. There we stood at the pulpit in our swim caps, white robes, and new Bibles with my mother sanctifying our home.
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