My Mother was my best friend here on earth but sad to say I probably didn't realize that until she was gone. She loved me when I was un-lovable And no one else could stand me, even myself. She Prayed for me unceasingly over the years as I grew up and didn't stop when I was not near so she could see me. Mama knew I needed Prayer when I needed it most and nobody around me cared. Friends didn't stand by me when I was down but gathered around when I walked in sunshine but my Mama was there for me always. Oh how I miss her.
Growing up when there might not be enough food for all of us to have all we wanted Mama would say, “I'm not very hungry”, so we could have her share. It was after I was a Mother that I finally figured out that Mama didn't really like the neck and back of fried chicken. And she probably would have liked a piece of cake, pie, or candy when she said she didn't. Most homes now have all these things in surplus around to indulge in any time. It wasn't that way in my childhood. Sweets were a treat that we appreciated when we got it.
Mama dressed me in yellow most always. She said I looked like sunshine in yellow. For a long time I didn't care either way but when I was older and more aware of how I wanted to look I didn't want any part of yellow, I thought I hated it. I never bought yellow clothes until just a few years ago. I never told Mama that I really love yellow. I never told Mama a lot of things that I should have told her and I regret that greatly now. I didn't visit Mama as much as I should have in the last few years of her life and that's a regret that breaks my heart. I took her for granted. I wish I could instill in all young kids to say I love you and Thank you to their Mother once in a while and not take them for granted. Of course I can't do that because they would not understand the concept any more than I did. We just think they will always be there. Not the case.
Mama's see all, hear all, know all so don't be trying to fool them. I thought I could hide things from my Mama but she could look in my eyes and know. I thought she had eyes in the back of her head for years.
Mama had kidney poisoning when I was born and came close to dying. I asked her one day if I almost died too. She said, "Heck no Clydene, you came in kicking and screaming and you haven't stopped yet".
I hated school in my first year. I might not have kicked and screamed but I cried every day. Miss Sallie Burrow was my teacher. She tried everything to get me to shut up, her paddlings were not light I'm here to tell you. Finally she told everyone to ignore me and let me cry. One time I devised a plan to stay home. I'd just sneak back from the bus stop. I knew there was no way for me to get there if I missed the bus. I'd come sneaking up to the door and that darn screen door always squeaked loud. Mama sent me right back up that road running. I never got away with that one. My young mind never did comprehend that if I'd have stayed on the porch until I saw the bus leave and not opened that squeaky screen---------Oh Well!!
Another time I really came up with a good one. I knew what Ex-lax did and I knew where some were. YEP! I ate about half a box. I didn't have to go to school the next day but Lordy' Mercy was I sick. I'm sure Mama got more gray hairs that night. I came in kicking and screaming all right!!!!
I can remember Mama telling me about the day I was born. She said she touched every inch of me. She counted my fingers and toes, looked in my eyes as I was screaming my lungs out, told me she loved me, and kissed the top of my head as she fed me. Every year on my birthday I'd ask her what time I was born. She told me I was born at 10 AM and I watched the clock, then at 10 AM then I'd jump up and declared my age.
If you still have your Mother and Maybe even your Grandmother You are richly Blessed. I pray all will love and honor their Mother's not only on Mothers Day but every day as Jesus commanded.
When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” (27) Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.
Children, obey your parents in the Lord, because this is right. Honor your father and mother which is the first commandment with a promise – that it may go well with you and that you may have a long life.
What Is A Mother By Clydene Thomas.