
You see, our time was spent in school, church and studying music. I was informed of that much later when I became cognizant of all the plans that had been put in place for the expectation of my arrival…the baby girl…the last child of 4 (3 boys prior). The wheels were already turning and I was to take up the course.
Throughout my self-discovery, my mom, the only other lady in the house, was always there to remind me of just how special I was. Although I wanted to run around and romp through the trees like my older brothers, she gently reminded me of my skirts and my delicate skin as to steer me away from playing too roughly.
Mom could tell that I was a free-spirited child, and helped to guide me with firm yet gentle discipline that was always feminine, patient and quaint. I don’t know any other parent who can get a response out of their child to not misbehave in such a sophisticated manner. Mom seemed to be magical in this way.
Observing my mother move about so gracefully on a regular basis, as if nothing seemed to bother her or make her sweat, instilled in me how to carry myself in a lady-like manner. To this day, I contradict that in several ways in an attempt to be defiant, but what she has instilled seems to usurp most of my rebellious efforts and prevails; leaving behind a lasting impression of sweetness that most people who meet me have a hard time seeing beyond. What a gift she has given me.
Growing up with musical roots, I had to play an instrument. The flute was my parent’s first choice, yet at 6 years old, the violin was my choice. Where before, my request for activities yielded a delicate “no” from my mom, this particular time, my request was met. How empowered I felt at the age of 7 when I started to formally study the violin.
Having performed with my family since the age of 2 as a singer, doing so was not my cup of tea. I did NOT like to sing, but that talent was quickly associated with the “Jenifer” surname. Gwendolyn Jenifer, the matriarch, would compose and arrange pieces for us in 4 part harmony to learn and perform at various venues throughout the United States. As we got older, the pieces got more complicated and more involved, and they even began to include our instruments as well. This became normal for me.
As life would see fit, our family unit would change….brothers would go off to college, I would pause my violin studies to play sports. Ironically, I majored in Music Engineering Technology, studying voice, even though I hated to sing. The violin took a back seat, yet Mom didn’t fret. She just let me spread my wings with the broadest and most supportive smile on her face.
I eventually lost my voice, but even more devastating was when the summer of 1998 hit, we unexpectedly lost our patriarch….my mother’s husband of 30 years, our father, and her best friend.
My world crumbled, and I wanted my spirit to join his. Yet, it was my mother’s quiet strength, determination and graceful mourning that inspired me to keep pressing forward although crying became a daily activity for several months after his passing.
She continued to serve and minister to others through her musical gifts. She demonstrated courage and moxie when she needed to in order to pull up her own straps when no one seemed to be around to help her.
Because my father’s teaching pension was exhausted rather quickly, she had to face many challenges including possible foreclosure, bankruptcy and nowhere to live independently. To this day, I’m amazed at how she never let us see her sweat. She remained poised and graceful the entire time.
My mother turned to God to carry her through and lead in the direction that he would see fit for her. Through her quiet meditation, service and complaint-less manner of living, He quickly answered her. Girding her with a brilliant mind and entrepreneurial spirit, my mother started a business with the little she had.
Her music continued as she drove around the DC metro area in her 13 year old Neon, the last bit of property she owned that my father had purchased. After long days of teaching, conducting, composing, singing, playing, arranging and writing, my mother poured her remaining energy on a daily basis into her business.
While maintaining her feminine nature, within a little over one year, Mom now lives on her own again, owns property, overcame bankruptcy, has grown a business that generates at least four figures consistently each month, and the business pays for her new car! At age 66 with a new beginning and outlook on life, Mom decided to completely transition to locs that she loves and beautifully wears.
As a result of growing up as Gwen’s daughter, I have followed in her footsteps as a music educator and entrepreneur. We both continue to bestow the love of music to young children and adults; her with the piano and voice, and me with the violin. The same way she empowered me by cultivating my request, I pass along this treasure that she has given to me.
It gives me great pleasure to pay tribute to her this day and every day. She is truly an amazing woman, whom I unselfishly love, admire, and adore. I’m honored to be a part of her legacy….her music.
