Everybody’s Momma

By Demetrius Carrington

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I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. It was very interesting because of the mix of people. My neighbors ranged from Doctors, Educators, and Lawyers to Auto Workers.

Our parent’s goals were the same,to provide a stable environment so the kids could flourish. We all maintained our properties, and I loved growing up in Russell Woods.

I had the best parents you could ask for; my Dad was an excellent leader and provider. My Mom took care of the house and made sure our household ran like a finely oiled machine.

My Mom was the kindest and most caring person you’d ever meet. As I got older it was clear to me that everyone wasn’t as lucky to have a Mom like I had.

I remember coming home a bit hungrier than usual one day; I explained that I had shared my lunch with a friend who didn’t have lunch money that day. The next day she had doubled up everything a put a note in my lunchbox that said, “Make sure your friend eats.”


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My Mom and my sister Linda



My friend eventually told me his Mom was on drugs. Without a second thought, my Mom made sure he had everything he needed. She treated him like he was part of our family. Once we got to high school, he officially moved in with my family.
He’s now a successful Attorney practicing law in Atlanta. One day he called me to thank me for sharing my Mom with him.

My Mom was truly an amazing woman.


As I got older I learned that he wasn’t the only beneficiary of her love. My Sisters had friends that she helped get through life’s challenges also.

She would go to Eastern Market and buy what seemed like enough food to feed a small village. I didn’t know what was going on, but over time it was clear that she was just doing her part to make the world better.

My Mom died of breast cancer when I was 27 years old. I was about to get married at the time and she didn’t want me to know that her cancer had returned and spread very badly.

Her friend assumed I knew what was going and told me everything. Grief-stricken, I called my Mom and she confirmed the diagnosis.


That night we talked. She told me “I’ve had you for 27 years, I watched you grow and I’m proud of you. You know what to do with your life, and you know right from wrong. I’ve done my job, Demetrius, now you do yours.”

I cried that whole night, but I was so grateful that she was my Mom. Shortly after my wedding, she passed.

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My mom, my sister Linda, my nieces Stephanie & Tiffany and Aunt Louise at my Wedding


I often think about my Mom, I hope I have made her proud. I definitely see her influence through my sisters. Each one of them has the same kind heart as my Mom. It brings me so much joy to see her legacy of caring for others continue.

It was a pleasure sharing my Mom with anyone that needed her. She helped so many people, and she’s not alone. Moms are the most incredible people on earth.


From the bottom of my heart, I would like to wish my Mom and every other Mom a happy Mother’s Day.

The article is dedicated to the memory of my Mom Mrs. Tillie Ann Carrington (Everybody’s Mom).

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My Mom



With love,
Demetrius Carrington