A Mother’s Love


It’s no secret that my mother has always been and will always be one of the most amazing women I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. It’s just an added blessing to call her mom.

One of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with was watching my mom battle breast cancer. It hurt my heart to see her go through radiation, chemo and losing her hair.

I know how hard it was for me to watch her go through it, so I can only imagine how tough it has been for her as she watches me go through it all.

When my mom came to me and told me she was going to shave her head, at first I didn’t believe her.

I laughed it off.

Later that night, I couldn’t help but cry thinking about the fact that my mom would go through shaving all her hair off again to support me. That’s love! My mom knew first hand all the things I was feeling when it came to going through losing my hair.

It was a Sunday. We were leaving church and she announced to me that “today is the day, we’re going to the shop.”

Her co-worker, who is also a hair stylist met us at the salon and opened it up just for us.

If my mom was nervous or having any second thoughts, I couldn’t tell. She sat in the chair and laughed and joked.

I was nervous enough for the both of us as he brushed her hair and pulled out the clippers. I fumbled around on my phone to avoid crying. I still couldn’t believe she was cutting her hair!

I’ve never admired my mother more or found her more beautiful than that moment watching her sit in the chair and seeing her smile as her hair fell to the salon floor.

“My mother taught me about the power of inspiration and courage, and she did it with a strength and a passion that I wish could be bottled.” – Carly Fiorina


Monisha Parker View All →

I've always believed that we tend to be the most effective in areas where we have been the most affected. It's often our deepest pains that draw us closer to our purpose. Those words never really hit home until I was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer at the age of 28. I had watched both my mother and grandmother battle the disease, but never thought I would find myself in the same battle, especially not so young. I've learned through this journey that it's not what you go through, but how you go through it. I wanted to share my story in hopes that it will inspire someone to keep fighting, keep the faith and live on purpose.

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  1. Annnd I’m at work crying again…like I didn’t already know this story. So touching. I freaking love you and I love my other momma.

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