Tomorrow is my mama’s birthday. Writing about my mama should be several novels and not just a blog post but this will get us started. She’s the oldest of five girls and honed her nurturing and cooking skills at a young age. My dad and her were highschool sweethearts and married in college. They ate a lot of cabbage soup from what I hear. With a wink, she told me several years ago at a 40+ anniversary that she thought they just might make it.
My mama is a lady of class and grace. She has always known that style can never be separated from substance. She is resourceful and creative. She has always made the most of what she has and graciously shared with others. She can cook and sew like no body else. She’s very bright- I used her as a guinea pig when I was learning how to give IQ tests. And obviously a good sport, see above item.
My mama has an independent mind and a sharp wit. I have no illusions that I was an easy child to raise. We butted heads some. I always knew I was passionately loved. Now that I am a mother, I appreciate all the meals, stories, birthday parties, sleepovers, ballet lessons, ball practices, and general instructions in life. Now I say, “Grab a jacket, you’ll freeze your bunkus off” and throw blackened bananas in the freezer for baking bread- these are just a few of the things I used to roll my eyes at.
I’ve come to realize that any good in me, any positive trait I have is a direct result of her love and influence in my life. The bad I take full responsibility for and like the old county song, “mama tried”. I love you mama! I only hope I can be to Ava and Graham what you are to me. Happy Birthday!
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