Moms Are Special... Especially Mine!

Happy Monday, Everybody!

I trust that you all had a great Mother’s Day weekend.

This is the second year in a row where I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day without my mom—for obvious reasons, of course. I did talk to her, though. Here’s the craziest thing: She called me on Saturday evening, around 11:45pm CST, and we talked until 1am CST. Seeing as how it was already Mother’s Day in Mississippi, I went ahead and gave my Mother’s Day greetings. And just to go on record, I called my mom yesterday morning around 8am CST to wish her an official Happy Mother’s Day (Cali time, anyway).

As for me, I spent this Mother’s Day weekend with my Aunt Donna. I figured that since my own mother is a thousand-plus miles away, I could still celebrate it with a strong motherly matriarch in Memphis. And as per usual, it was some kinda crowded when Aunt Donna and I went to church. The sermon came from Proverbs 31:10, with the subject “Mother Dearest.” Aunt Donna’s pastor preached real good, too; he made mention that mothers are a gift from God, and whether she is alive here or translated to life everlasting, we are to be grateful that The Lord blessed us with that wonderful lady we call Mom.

Aunt Donna’s pastor also said that moms are special, and when he said that, I got to thinking: Everyone with whom I come in contact boasts that they’ve got the greatest mother in the world. Neo Theo talks about his mom with such fondness and respect, and Ruby is not shy of letting the world know that her mom is the greatest of them all. Me personally, I know my mom is the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be, but I must take into account that I can say that about Mrs. Danielle Stewart on account of she is my mom. I’ve concluded that everyone holds their mom in high regard, so there’s no need to get into an argument over why one mom is better than another.

Oh, by the way: When I got home from church yesterday, I told my mom that she was the greatest mama in the world. She laughed and said, “I know I am, Smurfette—that’s because I’m the onliest mama you’ll ever had, and that’s what makes me special!”

Okay, y’all—I gotta get going, but I’ll holla at y’all later.

Peace Out!
Natasha

In Celebration of Moms Everywhere, Especially Mine!

Hi, Everyone!

Seeing as how Mother’s Day 2014 is upon us, I thought I would use today’s blog post to celebrate all moms out there—especially mine!

Remember that sweet little lady in your neighborhood? She lived next door to you, three houses down from you, or maybe even across the street from you. Her name may have been Rosie, Thelma, Vivian, Edna, Lynn, Jo Ann, or Hannah, but no child dared to call her by her first name unless they “put a handler on it.”

She was not only respectful, but she was also respected, by young folks, old folks, and everyone else in between. She was sweet as the pies she was known to bake, yet just as strict when the situation called for it. She kept you company for hours on end—a ten minute visit wound up lasting two hours, but it didn’t matter because she was always a great company-keeper. If she could help out in any way possible, she would do so out of the goodness of her heart. If she didn’t have it, then she would direct you to the one who did.

Of her many characteristics, she was very, very humble. She never boasted about what she could do for others, nor did announce that she was a Christian—you knew that she was a Christian on account of her walk matched her talk. She was the kind of woman who made you feel welcomed when she invited you in her home, and regardless of whether you were hungry or not, she would take you in the kitchen and “fix you a little something to eat.” Whether it was a hamburger or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, she could throw down in that kitchen. And Lord have mercy—you could literally taste the love in all of her desserts.

Whether or not she had children of her own, she adopted full grown adults as her sons and daughters, and she looked at their children as her nieces, nephews, or grandchildren. If she liked you, she called you “Baby” or “Sweetheart.” Sometimes she spoke in third person, and when she did, you knew that she was serious. More often than not, she mispronounced words, but she still made perfect sense. She listened with an attentive ear and didn’t give any advice unless she felt it was warranted. In giving advice, she would let you know about the goodness of The Lord, and would encourage (or remind) you to “put all yo trust in Him.” She never judged you for your wrongdoing, but she cared enough to tell you when you were wrong. She was Mom’s best friend and confidante; they talked for hours on end, either on the phone or on the porch. As corny as this sounds, little babies and puppy dogs just adored her. She wasn’t ashamed of her age, nor did she mind growing old, “so long as I do it gracefully.”

And on that note, I would like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, my aunts, my grandmother, and all of the honorary moms in my life. I love you truly.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha