Mother's Day

Not everyone is a mother, but we all have (had) one.  Then there are surrogate mothers, step-mothers (many get a bad rap) and just unintended mothers.

  Some ladies decide not to be mothers, others because of physical reasons cannot.  WE all celebrate Mother’s Day, because our mothers in most cases were the guiding light of our young world.  WE should celebrate that.  Shirl and I were the second family by our mom and dad. Our older brothers and sisters were nearly grown and married before we started school.  WE had a wonderful mama, she would play with us like she was a young filly. She knew how to discipline, without being mean.  No one could have had a better mama than we did.

Most everyone celebrates (and appreciates) Veterans on Veterans Day, even if they are not Veterans.  Veterans appreciate that.  So mothers that are celebrated by peers who are not mothers, appreciate it.

Sherry’s mama was a genius in her ability to save and be conservative.  No one ever had a better mother-in-law than I had.  She seemed to be able to handle life better than most. For many years she raised a family of seven kids in a three room house.  Sherry’s mama spent her early childhood under a single parent, while living  in a converted Tobacco barn.  

That early childhood must have given her courage and strength, that by the time she had raised her kids and they were off and gone, with her determination, she and her husband had two houses paid for.

So I have been blessed with mother figures.  I hope I never get to the point I forget that Sherry was raised and taught by such a mama.  My wife and the mother of our boys is an extremely good mother.  Her boys adore her, and place her up with the moon and stars (and she deserves it).

A southern tradition was on Mother’s day if your mother was a live you wore a red rose (flower), if she was deceased you wore a white flower.  I was always proud to pin on the red rose in my youth.

HAPPY BELATED MOTHER’S DAY to all your mothers and to your mothers.

Nite Shipslog

I remember seeing my mama in a 1941 Chevy, My first memory of her in a car.