Wednesday started out like every other day, my routine didn’t change. After running the kids around , cooking dinner, and cleaning up before bed I got on my knees and prayed a prayer of covering over my family. I  prayed a little longer for my eldest son because like so many other nights he was out  with his  friends and decided to stay the night with them. After  numerous attempts at  trying to fall  asleep  I just layed there and began to talk to God. Apparently I fell asleep because  my phone was blaring in my ear and I saw that I had several missed calls. I finally answered the phone and that’s when my world stood still for a moment.  I got a call I  prayed I would never get,  the one  no parent wants to get. On the other end of the phone I heard my son’s best friend scream, “Mom, Ricky has been shot.”

“Whaaat! ” I said as tears gathered  in my eyes.

She informed me that he was shot in his thigh and the paramedics wasn’t sure what type of damage had been done. I told her I was on my way. I then screamed  for my daughter to get dressed because we had to go. She asked me what was going on several times, but I couldn’t answer her at first  because I was still in shock myself.  I eventually told her that  her brother had been shot.  All of a sudden I stopped and stood there, and  it was as if  I couldn’t move. I went to the bathroom and said a prayer asking that he would be alright. Then all of a sudden an unshakable peace came over me and I heard a quiet still voice say, “Stand still and  know I have everything under control.”  When I came out of the bathroom my daughter was yelling at me to hurry up. I simply responded by saying, “All was well.” As I got in the car I started to make  phone calls letting everyone know what had taken place from what I was told at the time. I spoke with a calmness my daughter now says  scared her. Enroute to the hospital I didn’t even speed  and  if you ask my friends they would say that is rare. But what they fail to realize  at that moment  while I was driving was that God was speaking to me and reminding me that before Ricky was my child he was his first and that Ricky has yet to fulfill his calling.

Now don’t get me wrong I was anxious to see my son and to know with my own eyes that he was going to be alright, but I didn’t have any fear. When I finally laid eyes upon my son my heart broke. The last place you want to see your child is in a hospital bed,  not to mention laying there with a gun shot wound not knwoing if he is going to lose his leg. The pain I experienced at that moment made me literally sick; my stomach cramped up and I felt lightheaded. With tears in his eyes Ricky apologized and asked me if I was mad. The scary part was that I should have been, but I wasn’t. I knew that God was in control and no matter how angry and upset I would get, the outcome would still be the same; my son was shot.

Ricky went through  two surgeries that morning and by the grace of God both of them were successful. As news spread throughout the city  via text messaging , phone calls , and the trusty media I was overwhelmed with  phone calls of prayer, advice and  crying on the other end of  the line. Some might say I haven’t really dealt with what happened or what could have happened and that I am still in shock.  And that might be true. I’m still trying to process the jest of it all; someone actually set out to murder my son. But God said, “Not so!” Ricky is still here. Although the road to recovery will be rough he is determined to walk without any impairment.

My heart is  heavy because of the continuous black on black  violence that is taking place with our youth of  today. The spirit of death that is lingering over our communities has to be stopped. There has to be a way  to reach our youth before it’s too late. If we just look at the news all we will mostly see is our young men killing each other. But what you won’t hear are the shrilling screams as we mothers cry throughout the night. I think  it is about time that we stand together united in prayer and take back our families, especially our young men. And just maybe instead of having to hear the cries of pain throughout the night we will hear the cries of victory.  

Mikenda Early is a proud mother of three and currently resides in Nashville,TN. She works diligently with a non-profit organization named In Full Motion which prepares the youth in her community with the skills to achieve high ACT Scores so they may be able to go to college. She’s also pursuing a degree in Nursing at Nashville State while working on her first novel.

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26 comments on “Cries Throughout The Night!! by Mikenda Early”

  1. I really don’t know how to answer this question because we as parents try and educate our children about the dangers of this world. I have talked to my son about making better choices and picking the right friends. i suggest more parents get involved, we need more mentoring programs that are really active in there mentees lives. They need positive things to do.

  2. I know that you may have been hurting and still is, but it’s just like you said,”the devil said yes, but God said NO.” This was and should become an eye opener for your son and believe it or not, it was God’s way of showing him that there is something left in the world for him to do and it’s not any work for the devil.. God spared his life for a reason, maybe it is to show his other friends that they too need to turn and turn fast, because the next time something like this may happen and it will not be him, whose to say this was meant for him, but it did and he has a right to give God all the praise and thanks, because if it wasn’t for Him, who knows what may have happened…

  3. If something happened to my son I would be devastated. I know part of me would want to fight, but I know the god in me will prevail. But this has got to be the worst feeling. I mean someone trying to attack your child or take thier life. There’s an organization in Philyl called Mothers In Charge. It’ s a group of women who banded together after they lost a child. They help others mothers and help spread anti-violence. They are a strong group of women.

  4. I have a close family friend of my mom and I who lost her child back when I was like third grade and I’m 25 now.

  5. And she had another daughter who was first grade and her daughter who passed was I think like 21 or 22; something like that. It huffed her then and I’m
    Sure she stills missess her daughter because the death was unexpected. But I know she is her mothers angel.

  6. @April– I know a woman who lost two sons, her only kids, back in the 1980’s. Her sons were so handsome. I really felt sorry for her. My aunt also lost two sons and I don’t think she ever recovered from that–EVER! She’s not the same person. I also remember a woman who worked at my high school who lost two sons on the same day. They were 12 and 13. Some young guy made her sons and a friend lay down on the ground face down and just riddled their bodies with bullets. That woman eventually came back to work, but she lost her essence. She used to be fiesty, but it’s like that loss took the life and fight out of her. My herat goes out to these mothers.

  7. Wow! That’s alot to deal with. A heck of alot. My mother always say, children are suppose to burry their parents. I just thank I can take a breath everyday of my life…….I remember my mother telling me that my grandmother, my dads mother grieved herself to death after she lost her daughter, my aunt. This was back in the 80’s. Maybe a few years before I was born. So yes, deaths can take a toll on people.

  8. Truly an amazing story. Although I shed tears as I read as I read your article, it have me the strength and the desire to keep on TRUSTING GOD!!! I’m so glad that your son is still here with you today, I also pray HARD for my son whose in his first year of college, first time away from home. Bc I know the dangers of being entangled with going out, partying, or just being in a dorm with strangers. I only pray that he as well as my daughter make the right choices and remember the teachingsssss of God’s word. Tianj you for sharing your experience. And, may God continues to bless and keep watch over your family. As well as mines, and families ALLLLL over the world.

  9. Do you guys know the story of Emmit Till, the young 14 year old boy who was murdered in 1955 in Mississippi after he whistled at a white woman? Wel,, the woman’s husband and brother and a few others murdered Till. It was sooooo gruesome. They tried to bury him quickly, but his mother, mamie Till, in Chicago fought for her son’s body to be flown back to Chicago. I saw this documentary where she described when she saw her son, what they did to him. OMG! They mutilated her baby and as a mother it yanked at my heart because I couoldn’t imagine. Although her son should’ve had a closed casket, she said no. She wanted the world to see what they did to her son. I salute this woman because I don’t know if I could’ve been so strong. Here is a pic of her sonin the casket: http://iconicphotos.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/the-murder-of-emmett-till/

  10. Of course I’m not a mother but I was thinking about this just the other day. I lost my Mother 3 years ago and I do think about her everyday, so I know it would have been hard on her if something bad happen to one of us. My oldest brother lost his son a few years back and I don’t know how he kept it together, I just knew someone was going to pay, but I think he thought about his other sons and what he needed to do in order to keep them grounded and not out for revenge. It takes a lot of strength to handle the loss of a loved one, and there are some strong women out there. Some will grieve, some will move on but they will never forget. Sorry about chiming in with a different spin.

  11. That is the Hardest thing to loose your Child. We had A Fire which was burning in The walls for at least 2 weeks which we didn’t know. At that time I had 3 kids 11.9 and 5 and One on the way I had to be Strong for the Kids. Her Brother that was 2 years older blamed his self because they fought that morning.I had to let him know that was not why God wanted her. 🙁

  12. May 21….will b 13 years when God called my 22 year young SON to come home. I was mad with God! Why HE geve me this gift and took away?! from me! Well, today I know that my son always belong to God. I just had the privilege to hv him for 22 years.Thank U GOD that u trusted me with UR GIFT! ” Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death “……..

  13. And oh yes. I Read about the Till Story lil before my time. But my Mother in-law Still has The Jet with the Story in it with the Pictures. And just last Year they found his Casket Throw away where His Rest Place was. Thank God They had to Look At his Remains again. A few years back. And the Family moved the Remains elsewhere with another Casket.

  14. Thank u for bringing up the emmitt till story! Relates very well to this post. Sometime we forgot how whites treated us and now we treat each other the same way whites treated us. Wow! But that’s another topic fir another day.

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