My Momma is a do'er. No one I know can work as hard as she can. We have affectionately nicknamed her Hurricane Carol. She is better now, but growing up, I hardly have a memory of my Mom just relaxing. As soon as she sat down, she was right back up having remembered something else she wanted to do. My Momma is not really overly emotional. She shows us how much she loves us by working. I can tell you, based just on how hard my Momma works for me, I am a very loved woman!
My Momma has sacrificed so much for her kids. I so much remember how she drove me to the movies before I had a driver's license so I could go see Purple Rain. She sat out in the car the entire movie. The movie did not even start until 10:30 p.m. She was so tired! I did not realize it then, but when I look back in my memory, I can see it. I can see it from a new perspective, one of the mother of a teenager who is not old enough to drive but old enough to crave social attention.
This past year when I got sick, my Momma was by my side for every treatment. She took off work, sat in those cold hard chairs to be by my side the entire treatment. More sacrifices on her behalf. She has dropped everything and came running when I have needed her, too many times to count.
My Momma has taught me a ton! I consider myself to be a pretty good cook. But I also recognize that I am not self taught. My Momma was a great cook! I have this conversation with lots of people but I really can name only a few foods that I do not like. I was exposed to a variety growing up and it was tasty.
My Momma was a gardener. She grew lots of things. As I look back on this, maybe it was out of necessity, because she sure ceased it when she could. Well, except for her flowers. She still grows them. All over her yard! But the huge vegetable garden she let go. But growing up, man, that woman grew some vegetables! I do not hardly grow anything; a few house plants at best. My Momma is always needing to replace them!
The best thing about my Momma is very simple, she is my Momma. So, today, on your birthday I say Happy Birthday Momma! I hope your birthday week is just as special as you are to me. Thank you for all you have done and all you do! I love you!
Happy Birthday Momma Carol. It's said that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. Pam, you are just like your mom, well besides the green thumb. I hope your mom enjoyed her birthday week.
ReplyDeleteSo nice, Pam. You're a lucky daughter, but I'll bet she'd say she's a lucky Mom.
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