Money B 💛

Visiting my Nana, I noticed her nickname, "Money B," is written on her headstone.

After she passed, I felt like she didn't really have any money or assets to pass down to my dad. I remember thinking to myself that I needed to work hard so that one day I could pass something down to my kids when I leave this earth.

Now, at 28 years old, I'm realizing why her nickname was Money B. Contrary to what I believed when I didn't see any money after she left us, it wasn't because she was the richest woman or because she had monetary things to pass on. She passed down something much deeper than that.

She would give people her last, and because of that, she seemed rich in other people's eyes. She always had something to give. Whether my dad realizes it or not, and whether I realize it all the time or not, we learned something meaningful from her actions that we can pass down to our own seeds and even to the people we interact with. They can learn something from it too.

Because honestly, even if she had passed down money, houses, and material things, if you aren't a person who understands how to maintain those things, then there would be no point in passing them down to a kid who would just ruin them and miss the ultimate message behind them.

I'm realizing that's who I am, unintentionally.

I am just like Money B, except I'm Mara B.

I am not monetarily rich, yet, but I am rich in spirit. And God will always reward the lender over the borrower. I pray that I continue to be the lender and not the borrower. I pray that I continue to be a servant and help those who need it, not just because I know what it feels like to not have, but because it is what I am naturally called to do.

My Nana and her seeds will always be blessed, whether she knew it or not. And I know my seeds will always be blessed if I continue on this path and spread the generosity that she once spread to me and to the people whose lives she impacted while she was here.