I’m myself by my mother’s design. There were days when she took my brother and me to the movies. We’d get to the theater for matinee, and by the time we left, the sun had set. When she saw my crayon graffiti on the walls of my childhood home or caught me pausing our big-back TV to trace from the screen, she locked in by investing in my creativity. She bought me books and materials. I explored my early thoughts while helping with my family’s business. She nurtured my imagination and encouraged my business acumen so I’d never need to work under anyone.