The Perfect Mother's Day Present for Momillennium

Hi, Everybody!

No surprises here, folks—today’s blog post is a very special one, as it is dedicated to the one and only Mrs. Danielle Renee Stewart, affectionately known to me as Momillennium… and how apropos is it that I dedicate today’s blog post to her, considering that this is the first time in three years that I will spend Mother’s Day with my precious little mommykins!

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then Mom and I are about ready to burst with love and excitement!

All things considered, I think it’s safe to say that I am the perfect Mother’s Day present for my mom. I mean, think about it: I was away at Rust, and Heaven only knows how much I wanted to fly out and be with my mom, if only for Mother’s Day weekend. Oh, sure—I always made sure that I mailed off a Mother’s Day card for her, and I always called her on the day, just to hear her voice, but yet and still, it just wasn’t the same without me being there to see that warm smile on her face and hear that light chuckle in her voice when she says, “Oh, you little HoneyBee!”

Well, all that is gonna happen today! In a few moments, I’m gonna surprise her with her Mother’s Day roses and card, and then she’s gonna realize that I’ve got ribbons stuck to my cheeks… hahahahaha!

Let’s face it, y’all—I’m the gift that keeps on giving!

Well, let me go ahead and close up today’s blog post, but I’ll be talking to y’all later on. Until then, y’all take care and be good.

 

 

Smooches,

Natasha

Ode to Momillennium

Happy Saturday, Everybody!

Seeing as how tomorrow is Mother’s Day, I thought I would dedicate this very special blog post to my wonderful mother, Danielle Renee Stewart.

 

Delightfully witty and beautiful—and I should know because I look just like her!

Amazingly amusing

Never has a bad day, although she has admitted that some days are better than others

Intelligently intellectual

Elegant in everything she does

Lovely personality

Loved by her family and friends

Eloquent with her speech, even when she’s upset

 

Remarkably ravishing, according to my dad, anyway!

Each second is a blessing to her

Not a day goes by that I don’t see her smiling

Every single member of our family has a very special place in her heart

Elegant in everything she does (it’s worth repeating again)

 

Such a sweetheart of a woman, and that is the stone cold truth!

Tiny in stature, but very tough

Equally as popular as my Gramma Jewel

Wonderfully witty

Alluringly lovely—again, according to my dad!

Ready to make someone feel special

Thankful that God chose her to be my mom

 

Happy Mother’s Day, Momillennium—I Love You!

 

 

Hugs & Kisses,

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

A Recap of Mother's Day 2013

Hi, Everyone!

I’m done with classes, and I’m here in the library, just chillin’… and talkin’ to y’all!

I want to start off today’s blog post by saying that I had a great Mother’s Day yesterday, all things considered. Ruby invited me and Theo to her mom and dad’s house yesterday. If anything, Theo and I surprised Mr. & Mrs. Hudspeth when we walked into the church. Afterwards we were gonna go to dinner, but everybody and their mama (pun definitely intended) was overcrowding every restaurant this side of the Mississippi, so Mr. Hudspeth decided to follow through with his alternative: He cooked us all a steak dinner, but he went all out for Mrs. Hudspeth, and his theme all day yesterday was: “What the hell—it’s Mother’s Day!” He kept saying that everytime Mrs. Hudspeth requested something.

Ruby mentioned to me and Theo that it makes her blush when she sees her dad put up such a fuss over her mom. “He would go get water from the moon if she asked him to,” she said.

Of course, I shared some Mama Dani stories with the group. I told them about the time my mom called me an ungrateful heffa on a Saturday evening, and then Sunday morning in church, she testified that The Lord blessed her with “a wonderful, darling sweetheart of a daughter.” Naturally, I was confused, but Mrs. Hudspeth broke it down to me in a very simple way.

“You see, Natasha, those were two separate days,” she said. “And besides, you know your mom loves you. Now, I don’t know what you did for her to call you an ungrateful heffa, but you have to understand that she had a different perception of you at that precise moment. And hell, I feel where Mrs. Stewart is comin’ from—Ruby makes me wanna chokeslam her ass from time to time, but I still love her nonetheless.”

Now, y’all do know that Theo had a field day and teased us mercilessly… and Mr. Hudspeth got in some potshots as well. But hey, it was all in fun.

Well, y’all, I’m gonna cut it short today, but I shall holla at y’all tomorrow with yet another blog post pertaining to my very busy college life. Until then, have a good rest-of-the-day.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha

Happy Mother's Day!

Hi, Everyone—and Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms, grandmoms, aunties, godmothers, and moms-to-be!

In celebration of this very special today, I’ve got to recognize a very special woman in my life. She is five feet two inches tall, and was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. Her first name is Hebrew for “God is my judge,” and her middle name is French for “reborn.” This woman is the youngest of five children, is a huge fan of The Cosby Show, and also holds the honor of being the only child of Clark and Vivian Jones to have never gotten a whuppin.

 

That’s right, y’all—I’m making reference to my very own mother, Danielle Renee Stewart!

At the risk of sounding biased, I have the most incrediblest mother in the whole, wide world. She is just a darling woman—and I mean that, sincerely. Hell, now that I think about it, I can boldly make that statement about my mom because she’s my mom! Since my debut at Rust, I’ve professed to anyone who would listen that when it comes to moms, Mrs. Danielle Renee Stewart is the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. I admire how she handles all types of situations, be they good, bad, or indifferent. She handles each of them the same way: she’ll tilt her head to the left, nod affirmatively, and then say something quick-witted.

 

While it’s no secret that I am a Daddy’s Girl, there is a very special bond between a girl and her mother, especially when that girl’s mother is Danielle Renee Stewart. Y’all just don’t know: In the time that we have been apart, I have noticed that I am more and more like my mom in every way, from the short stature (although she is two inches taller than I) to the sweet but strong voice. I have also come to the conclusion that if The Lord were to give me an option to replace “Mama Dani” with another woman whom I would refer to as my mother, I would say: “Thanks, Lord, but I’ve stuck it out this long with the mom you gave me originally—I’m willing to go all the way.” I guess I’ve just fully realized that my mom is very, very special, and I am so grateful to God for blessing me with a wonderful mother like Danielle Renee Stewart.

 

I’m gonna close today’s blog post with a picture of my mom, on her 40th Birthday!

 

And last but not least, here’s an oldie but a goodie: Mama, this one’s for you!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha