Reflections (Ceremony and rite of passage )

Ceremony. Rite of passage. These are the series of words that popped in my mind as I saw my son standing there in a suit he was trying on, as he prepares for prom and graduation. He looked stunning to me. I had never seen my son look so handsome. I could have died at that moment. I could hardly contain my joy that I wanted so badly to cry or dance a dance of joy -- or both. Instead, I stood there and smiled and said, "You look wonderful son." He smiled back and said, "Thank you, mom." At that moment I saw only a hint of the boy before me, who every day is becoming more and more a man.

What is a ceremony? Some sources describe it as a "sacred observance." I think I like that description the best. That moment standing before him in his new suit was a sacred moment to me, one that I'm sure I'll likely never forget. "Rite of passage" is when the passage of one stage to another. It's amazing how that moment that took only a few minutes involved both "ceremony" and "rite of passage." My heart is full.

Although my heart is full. I know that I still have more love to give. I will experience many more moments of "ceremony" and "rite of passage" especially these upcoming weeks as I prepare for several milestones. My son graduates and turns 18-years-old are two examples.

My life is changing all too quickly and I couldn't be more happy and terrified at the same time. All these years of trying to do my best as a single mother, who raised her child far away from her family lead to this -- the transformation of my son from a boy to a man. I will not cut his wings. I want him to soar high and pursue his dreams. I will not stand in the way. I trust that I raised him well enough that he will make good decisions. And when he doesn't, I will always be there. A mother's love is unconditional.

My child is my heart, my dream, my hopes, my treasure. There is no one on this Earth that I love more. As I experience more moments of "ceremony" and "rite of passage" I will not hold the door shut, I will light a candle, say a prayer to my saints and open the door for him. The world is yours, dear son.

 

Priscilla Rice is an actor, poet, mother and aspiring samba dancer. She has appeared in several plays at the Latino Cultural Center and helps coordinate a monthly spoken word event at the Oak Cliff Cultural Center. She studied Broadcast Journalism at The University of Texas at Austin and has worked as a radio news/traffic reporter and assignment editor for various television stations. She currently works as an interpreter/translator. She is originally from Crystal City, TX and resides in Dallas with her son, Leo.

What is a ceremony? Some sources describe it as a "sacred observance." I think I like that description the best. That moment standing before him in his new suit was a sacred moment to me, one that I'm sure I'll likely never forget. "Rite of passage" is when the passage of one stage to another. It's amazing how that moment that took only a few minutes involved both "ceremony" and "rite of passage." My heart is full.

Although my heart is full. I know that I still have more love to give. I will experience many more moments of "ceremony" and "rite of passage" especially these upcoming weeks as I prepare for several milestones. My son graduates and turns 18-years-old are two examples.

My life is changing all too quickly and I couldn't be more happy and terrified at the same time. All these years of trying to do my best as a single mother, who raised her child far away from her family lead to this -- the transformation of my son from a boy to a man. I will not cut his wings. I want him to soar high and pursue his dreams. I will not stand in the way. I trust that I raised him well enough that he will make good decisions. And when he doesn't, I will always be there. A mother's love is unconditional.

My child is my heart, my dream, my hopes, my treasure. There is no one on this Earth that I love more. As I experience more moments of "ceremony" and "rite of passage" I will not hold the door shut, I will light a candle, say a prayer to my saints and open the door for him. The world is yours, dear son.

 

Priscilla Rice is an actor, poet, mother and aspiring samba dancer. She has appeared in several plays at the Latino Cultural Center and helps coordinate a monthly spoken word event at the Oak Cliff Cultural Center. She studied Broadcast Journalism at The University of Texas at Austin and has worked as a radio news/traffic reporter and assignment editor for various television stations. She currently works as an interpreter/translator. She is originally from Crystal City, TX and resides in Dallas with her son, Leo.