Five Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo at Tales from a Gypsy Mama.
Today’s your turn. What did your mama do that makes her your mama? Let’s unpack those memories today.
Where is your memory buried?
In just five minutes. Tell me all about what your mama did that made her yours…
Elementary school pictures with crooked bangs, cut by a mother who with “just one more snip” thought she could straighten them out. I look back at my pictures and have to smile. My mom was good at fixing things and making me feel better. ( I was high fashion style before it was even in style:)
My mom, worried that my neck was swollen…taking me to the doctor to find out why. Holding my teenage hand, when I was scared. Telling me that thyroid disease was going to be taken care of with some medicine.
She took care of me during my bout with mono my senior year, helped get me to and from my job at the Dry Cleaners, was a huge help when filling out applications for college, sat through Lyric theater performances, encouraged me in my goal to graduate with a degree in Special Education. She went with me through the winding mountains of east Tennessee to help me move to the little town that held the first school I ever taught at.
Laughter, tears, joy, pain. Uphill battles and marathon races. Arguments and big, fat, honkin’ mistakes. Lots and lots of memories. My mom is strong and brave and smart and I know this about her. She stepped out and changed her life when it wasn’t easy. She figured things out as she went. She taught my younger sister and I that we could do anything. We were smart and strong and beautiful. She endowed me with a healthy self confidence that as I look back over the years– has served me well. She always made me feel special and loved, and is there anything better than that?
There are always times though, no matter how confident, that I need encouragement. My mom has been and still is my biggest encourager. Her cards, letters, and emails always seem to come just when I need them the most. Her words make me feel better.
Encouragement, it is her gift really.
She is a gift.
And I love her, this mom of mine.
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Amen to that……and she has two special daughters.
Oh, big fat honkin’ mistakes over here, too. Somehow, the encouragement seems to be necessary whether we’re 14 or 64, doesn’t it? I so enjoyed this!
Thank you, Dawn! I love you!
Your memories of your mother brought a few tears to my heart, for I never had the privilege to experience such mother love. But, I know my mother loves me the best she can and that is okay. Your mom seems like a strong lady with tons of wisdom which is only acquired through suffering! Over via FMF.
Oh, you brought back memories of my own Mom who went to be with Jesus. March 12 will be six years. Thank you for sharing. God bless. What would we ever do without our mamas. We call them mamas in the South. I called mine Mom growing up in Iowa. My wife and her sisters all called theirs “Mama” all her life. In 20 years I never heard any of the three refer to Joyce as Mom.
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