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MAMA MY ANGEL
Posted On 08/02/2013 16:28:27 by Notgrnyyet





   It would be hard to explain the love of a Mother. I miss Mama so much it hurts. God gives us to our Parents and our Mom's are the main care giver while Daddy was the bread winner.   Most Mother's didn't work outside the home when I was growing up. I was in high school when Mama started work in the school lunch room where I still saw her every day. It was the lunch room then not cafeteria as it is called now.
  A mother is someone who loves unconditionally and places the needs of her children above her own, on a personal level, and not only with words, but also actions. A mother is a person who seeing there are only three  pieces of pie for four people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. Mama ate the back and wings of fried chicken and made us think that's what she wanted. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, she still will  cling to us and hold us up. Mama Prayed for me as long as she lived. She Prayed when I had no idea she was Praying but I know her Prayers of protection , when she couldn't even see me, were definitely answered.  A few years before Mama died she told me how she laid in bed sometimes half the night Praying for her kids.
 Mama loved country music but she let me listen to Rock and Roll and Elvis on the old gray radio and even said she liked it.  Mama played the harmonica ,which we called 'French harp', and my how she could make it talk. She had a gallon freezer bag with all her French harps in her purse. She had several keys that she played in.  When we were kids I remember her sitting down in her old tattered rocking chair and playing when ever she had some time to unwind. There were times then when I didn't want to hear it but oh how I would love to hear it now.
 Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.  I never knew just how much Mama loved me or what that love meant until I became a Mother. I then remembered all the ornery things I did and all the worries I caused Mama.  There was no way to repay all the hurt, worry, and trials I caused her ,not that she would have wanted me to, but there is a hole in my heart that can never be refilled now that she is gone.  On the other hand a big part of me went with my Son when he died.  No explaining that either. Some heart-aches are never ending because a Mother's love is the most powerful love under God's love for us.
 Mama was famous for saying things like, "When I was your age, kids had it much harder, I didn't get to go and do half the things you kids did...,just because everyone else is doing it doesn't mean...,I  didn't have all these things you kids take for granted.. I had to walk miles to school and I "wanted" to go....,if I had sassed my Mother the way you do me she'd have...., how many times have I told you...,No means No..,..” , did  you wash your ears?....,because I said so....,.And one I've never really figured out, Stop that "bolixing" around..., you are gonna keep "bolixing" around....,look at him/or her bolixing around.  I don't have the faintest idea what "Bolixing" around meant but I do know it wasn't good.  Mama would say "I'll swan" for a lot of things. It was kinda her form of cursing and as close as she ever got to a swear word.
 Mama could hear through walls and she never lost that ability. Just try and whisper clear across the house, whispers never helped. I thought she could also see and hear through walls as well as the back of her head. She  seemed to read my mind as well. You just can't get away with anything with Mothers.
  Mothers deserve all our appreciation and love. If you have your Mother alive and well then you are Blessed beyond all understanding. Love her, respect her, obey her, and if she is elderly visit her often. I regret not visiting Mama a lot more than I did.
  As important as Mothers are to us it is amazing how they are taken for granted.  Mother's Day shouldn't be the only time you arise and call them blessed. Love your Mother's un- conditionally as they love you.  Jesus loved his  Mother greatly and provided for her even as he hung dying on the  cross.

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08/16/2013 16:56:35

I am just reading this now so I hope it isn't too late to comment. 


Mother's are who we hope to "grow up and be like"  That is so say; mine was.  I know that I will never measure up to be a smidgen of what she was but I know I am a better person because she was my Mother. 


I can only hope that my boys feel the same about me.  I still make life's decisions based on what I think Mother would have done.  She knew right from wrong and although I am sure she probably got into trouble as a child, always did the right thing because there was no question as what else to do. 


I remember once (no really more than once but this time in particularly) I did something that I knew she wouldn't approve of so I hadn't been in contact with her in a while.  She finally tracked me down and called me.  I simply said "I didn't want you to be disappointed in me" to which my Mother replied, "you could never disappoint me"


I am so priviledged to have had the parents that  I did.  Although they were older when I was born, they always were good parents.  My Mother ABSOLUTELY would not lie for me.  My best friend's Mother was just the opposite.  My friend was an habitual liar and she learned it from her Mother.  (it sounds as though I didn't like them but I did.  I just knew they lied and couldn't believe anything they said).


Clydene, your Momma sounds very much like mine.  She was a good person because that is how she was raised and wanted her children to be good people.  We were lucky; but then...you already know that, don't you? 


Thanks for the blog, sweet lady.



08/04/2013 12:23:24

I loved your blog Clydene. I got all choked up because it reminded me of the relationship I had with my kids (5). I never started work until they were all older and in school and saw them when they reached High School where I worked in the "lunchroom". The rest of the things I just read all held true. One of the nicest things my oldest girl said to me was she was glad that I was on the less lenient side because she had  seen kids who's mother gave them the upper hand. I kept a letter that Karen had written to me when she found out she was having her first child. I gave it to her the other day and she just shook her head yes. I shed a tear or two.



08/02/2013 17:48:46

Another wonderful blog, Clydene!  You describe things from your past in such a way that we feel we were there actually witnessing it!  What a gift you have, my friend!!


Sue





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