Tomorrow is Mother's Day. My mama went to be with the Lord over three years ago. Sometimes it seems like only yesterday. Sometimes it seems like forever.
Mama grew up in an era where you obeyed your husband and nurtured your children. She cooked supper (or dinner if you are a cultured person) every evening. Daddy would come home from work and mama, daddy, my two brothers and I would all sit down and eat together. There were no activities that came first. We did not have to go through the drive through on the way to a ball game. We did not have a lot of money, although I did not even know that we were poor until much later in life.
In those days, fathers did not cater to their children's every wants; or at least mine did not. Maybe that is why I became such a mama's boy. Yep, I said it and I am proud of it.
One of my fondest memories is at the age of 16, I called the prettiest girl in the 10th grade. Her name was Diane. Mama listened as I asked Diane out for a Sunday afternoon date. Diane said yes and mama celebrated my joy almost as much as I did. I don't know how she knew that Diane was going to be the perfect wife for me and the perfect mama for our sons - but somehow she did.
During my benefit a few weeks ago, one of my cousins said that, during my cancer journey, my mama would be proud of me.
I sure hope so.
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