Happy Mothers Day

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Happy Mothers Day

Submitted: October 02, 2013

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Happy Mother’s Day to all you Mothers out there and you know who you are. My Mom will be 78 years old this year and I’m happy to make the pilgrimage back to Mississippi and spend a couple of days with her. She’s in pretty decent health right now and I thank God for that. She takes enough medication now that she rattles when she walks but its working and keeping her with us. She’s a bit crazy, always has been but God didn’t do that. I’m sure her three kids inflicted that on her. My Mom has that rare quality we all wish we had. She speaks her mind. Like it or not, whatever thought pops in her head is going to shoot out of her mouth. You always have to be on guard around Mama, you never know what she’s going to say. Especially if she thinks you’re a Democrat. Democrats rate just below lawyers and Algae as far as Mama is concerned. She has trouble with the concept that everyone doesn’t share her view of the world. God love her, she’s 78, she’s earned the right to think and say whatever she wants and she exercises that right daily.

I could bore you with the trials and tribulations of her hard life growing up the youngest of 13 siblings in the Mississippi Delta. Can you imagine what a hand me down looks like after 13 times. No indoor plumbing, walking miles to school and working the fields and gardens every day after just to survive as a family. So poor and never really knowing it because it was a way of life for all families in the Delta. I’m not exaggerating, quite the contrary. I remember as a child visiting my Pappa Jones and Grandma and I spent many nights in the same cold rooms that those 13 kids all slept in.  She lost two brothers in WWII and two in Korea. So when she speaks of hard times, sacrifice and loss. She speaks the truth. She graduated high school which at that time was quite an accomplishment, married and somehow managed to raise three fine sober well-adjusted children through no help from us. We fought her every step of the way but she never gave up on us. I thank her for that.

Every year growing up my Daddy would take us all to Sears the Saturday before Mother’s Day and give us each $5 to buy Mama something nice for her day. When I was seven I bought this cheap little one foot tall replica of a grandfather clock. It was cheap plastic had little plastic plants in front of it. It was so ugly but Mama said she loved it. Today she and my step dad are retired and have a nice place out by the lake. Her living room and den are decorated with beautiful antiques and collectibles. The showpiece of the room is a huge fireplace and great mantle. Sitting right in the middle of that mantle is that little plastic clock, with a melted ear from a house fire, the roman numeral stencil all curled up on it. It doesn’t even work anymore but she displays it proudly. We’ve all begged her to please throw the eyesore away but she wouldn’t dare. Every time I go home I see that old thing sitting there and I smile. Makes me think I was her favorite. I’m sure Tim and Sherry would say they were. Mama has that way.. Anyway Happy Mother’s Day Mama, see you soon J

 


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