A Mothers love Transcends even time.
I remember mama. She was a simple woman who, at the same time, was oh so complicated. She used to sit at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a pack of Pall Malls, as she talked with whatever visitor stopped by each day.
Mama was a housewife with five kids to take care of while daddy was off at work. She had a three bedroom home with a big backyard to manage and manage it she did. All of us kids had chores to help maintain our home. After all we were the ones who made the messes. The washer was always going and the ironing board was up in the kitchen every Wednesday and Friday. Dinner was on the table at five when daddy got home from work each day. That was love.
Mama always was busy doing something for her family. Her love was shown in everything she did for us. I remember as a small child all I wanted for Christmas was a bride doll. My mama stayed up late at night sewing a miniature wedding dress with veil and even underwear for the doll she had purchased at Woolworth’s for me. That was love.
Another thing I remember is Mama taking me to my first photo shoot when I got my first modeling job. she stayed and watched over me like a hawk. That was love.
I also recall my prom dress that Mama made. It was pale blue satin and was so beautiful. I felt like a princess that night. She loaned me her diamond necklace and a fur coat and told me I was beautiful.
I remember mama holding my hand while I was in labor with my first child also the second and the third. I remember mama comforting me when the love of my life died. I remember mama helping me adjust to being a single mom and supporting me when I struggled. That was love
I remember mama lying in bed racked with cancer and allowing me the privilege of taking care of her during the last day’s of her life. I remember mama as she stroked my face with a feeble hand saying ” your are a good kid and I’m proud of you.” That was love.
I remember when we laid Mama to rest and the aching in my heart. I remember how she loved her family and is still showing us in all the wonderful memories she left us with.
I miss you Mama. Happy Mothers Day!
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