This is the first, and probably only post I will ever post on this blog that is not the subject of my loss of Kaitlyn. But it does show the love of a daughter for a mother, especially a wonderful mother.
The first memories of my life is the memory I had standing next to my momma on the sidewalk in downtown Whiteville. I assume it was on a Saturday, because we always went to town on Saturday. Being the youngest, I was the only one too little to stay at home so I always went with her. The first memory I had is standing there next to my momma and someone asking how old I was and I held up 3 fingers. It was my very first memory of my existence.
This was back when downtown was the only place to shop. No strip malls or anything like that, and all the downtown shops were filled with businesses. Town was a busy place. I remember at that time there were probably 4 drug stores downtown. Not the kind of mass market huge mega drug stores they have today, but small family run stores that you could always buy your prescriptions and while you waited, you sat on one of the stools at the counter and had a chicken salad sandwich on toasted bread with an orange aide drink. I remember once sitting there on one of those stools, I had a sticker book I had bought, (she always let me buy one toy on town day), and it slipped off back behind the counter into a sink full of water. So much for my sticker book.
I was a momma’s girl, always was, still am. NO one in the world compares to my wonderful mother. I always remember walking down the street with her holding her hand.
My momma is and always was a hard working, good, kind hearted woman with so much wisdom and so much patience and was always there for people in need. She could make any animal love her and she provided us with a good, steady, warm house full of love.
But my momma was not only beautiful on the inside; she was wonderfully beautiful on the outside as well. We were never rich, but my momma always had on the most stylish clothes, which she usually make herself, had the most up to date hairstyle, and had perfect make up. She always looked like a movie star straight off the movie screen and I was SO proud of her and have been all these years. She took pride in her appearance but never flaunted it. She was just beautiful, inside and out. She is also an artist.
As I got older, in my teens, sometimes we would still go to town together and she would still try to hold my hand when crossing the street but I always said “Momma!! Don’t do that, I’m too old!” It was just force of habit with her. I remember when I was around 19 or 20 and walking downtown with my mother and the men still whistled at my 40 something year old mother.
My momma full of beauty on the outside and filled with so much beauty on the inside as well, is still beautiful to this day. But I can’t tell you how old she is, she won’t tell me. She always said “A woman who tells her age will tell anything.” It used to be rude to ask a woman’s age and she still feels this way.
I almost lost my momma when I was 17 and she almost died of a heart attack in her early 40s. If I had lost her then I would have never had all these years of having my wonderful mother; my gentle, wise, good, wonderful, beautiful mother. For this I’m forever thankful. She has been my rock and the model for all that mothers should be.
You are still beautiful momma, I love you.