Look at my beautiful Momma! Thoughts of her make me smile and is very personal to me.
My Momma likes bright colors. The younger me, when I thought I knew everything, did not like her combinations. But you know the older and wiser I get the more I recognize how wise she has been all the time. I found our perceptions were different. I like to match and blend. She likes color, the brighter the better. When I finally connected the dots, it made sense her choice of outfits, how she put her ensembles together. Bright goes with bright. Regardless of which bright, to her, they match. Nevertheless, it does not matter what I think. Fashion changes from day to day. The next fashion trend could be the brighter the better and then we will all want to celebrate her style. Today, I applaud the quirkiness. It exudes a personal confidence in who you are and what you like. And at 86 years old, she has lived the right to do style on her terms all the while. I am blessed to share my Momma and her stylishness with you. And thanks to my brother and his iPhone, I get oodles of pictures from his daily visits to Momma.
Jesus knew the importance of taking care of His mother and made provisions for her while on the cross. With a whole lot on His mind, He made time to get John to take of His mother. Back in the day, people would say that if one mother could take care of all her children, then all her children ought to take care of one mother. Make it a priority to treasure and appreciate her, and never let busyness stop you.
Today, I honor my Momma in celebration of Mother’s Day. I pen these words in gratefulness for the life that she has lived and the life she has given to me.
Momma, thank you for teaching me to tie my shoes. I willingly tie yours if needed.
Thank you for teaching me to read. It is my pleasure to read to you.
Thank you for walking me to school when I was little. I do not mind walking with you now days.
Thank you for teaching me to pray. I am blessed to pray for you every day.
Thank you for checking on me at school, in the night, and during stressful times. Checking on you multiple times during the day, is just returning the favor.
Thank you for your parenting skills. I watched and learned much of what I know from you.
I thank you and am most grateful that you cared for me when I was sick. Now I eagerly doctor on you and carry you to your appointments.
Thank you for cooking wholesome meals for me. When necessary, I gladly cook Always Delicious spreads for you.
You helped me to walk but when I matured, you allowed me to fly, to have my independence. I give you your space to be as independent as you want, as long as you want, but I am here whenever you want.
Your steps may be shorter, your vision a little dimmer, and soft wrinkles of wisdom grace your face and hands. But your heart of love remains the same just as big as it was when you raised me. I love you and thank you.
This post is about my Momma, but I know you have something to say about your mother. Use this blank line and start your dialogue about your mother and share with me on Facebook. _________________________________________________________________________________
Whatever you call her, Momma, Mama, MuDear, Momma Dear, Mother, just call her, visit her, take care of her, celebrate her.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers.
Harriet Noel Jones