"Most of all, I remember Momma." That was the intro to a TV show sponsored by Maxwell House Coffee and starring Peggy Wood.
Childhood memories from our living room and kitchen come to mind as I think of Mom. She sewed things, and used pins, which somehow found their way into the carpet, then into the bare feet of two innocent young boys, Mike and I. "Ouch, ooch, eech, anch", I remember exclaiming, as I hopped around on one foot while holding the other and pulling out the straight pin.
Mom sometimes baked pies. "Wow, Mom, a pie, is this for supper?" I might ask. "No, you can't have any, it's for the church social tomorrow night." Thankfully, we always went to the church socials so we got to eat Mom's pies. At major holidays we also got plenty of Mom's pie.
She made tasty cinnamon roll-ups with the excess dough from the crust that tasted awesome. Mike and I loved these delicious morsels. The smell was great, too.
Mom would sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy" which I thought was "Marezeedoats and dozeedoats..." for years.
Mom had a hair brush for discipline/ threats, unless she was ordering one of us to get a switch from the willow tree in the Whitaker's front yard during the warm seasons.
She tried to teach us to dance. I don't recall a lot of success.
She got us in the habit of bedtime prayer. .
I Love You, Mom.
Happpy Mother's Day.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Mom's are special, no two are alike. They have a place for us in their heart. I wrote a poem that converts to song as soon as the tune is complete. Make up your own tune, that'll probably be better.
My Mother Has a Heart for Me
Chorus: My mother has a heart for me.
She’s always had a heart for me.
How did God know that I needed her love?
Why did He do that for me?
When I was a baby, a child and a teen,
My mom was a comfort to me.
She’d open her heart, and I’d feel all her love
She knew how a mom ought to be.
Later I stumbled and wandered alone
Feeling challenged but happy and free
My mother would call and send hugs through the phone
Saying, “Only God knows who you’ll be.”
I would look in the mirror and not know my part
Confusion was all that I’d see.
Mom would remind me to look in my heart,
Who does God want me to be?
Now life is different, my vision is clear.
Some things are easy to see.
The trust that erased my confusion and fear
Was God’s love through Mom’s heart to me.