Little Momma's Momma - For Mother's Day

Ever since I became a mother, I have have found a new love, respect, and appreciation for my own mother.  The more I see my friends' mothers or hear about them, the more I know I have the absolute best mother in the world.

My mother always ensured my life was comfortable - not only financially, but also by feeding the three of us children good, hearty, gourmet meals almost every night of the week, instilling within us manners and excellent grammar, and most of all by by being a godly woman with a servant's heart.

My momma and me, when she was just a few years older than I am now. Circa '93

My mom is amazing.  I've been on the verge of tears this whole day thinking about writing this post because I miss her so much.  Living countries apart is hard.  I miss her homemade sour dough bread; I miss her back scratches; I miss her scent; I miss being able to be held by her whenever I want.  I miss singing with her.  I miss hearing her sing her heart out to Rod Stewart and Carly Simon while washing the dishes. 

We have a unique and wonderful mother-daughter relationship.  This has not always been the case.  In my early high school years and some more recent times I have given her much grief and we used to butt heads constantly because of our similarities.  Now, we have found a way to make our uncanny similar personalities mesh beautifully into a relationship that I regard above most all other relationships of mine.  We constantly are giggling and swapping stories and jokes and I love every minute I spend with her.

Trying to be like my mom, per usual

She has always been encouraging and supportive, never making me feel bad about myself and never letting me think there is something I cannot accomplish.  When I fall ill, she is there with a cold rag, a prayer, and saltines.  When I go astray she runs after me.  When I need a favor, she'll drop everything.  When I go to bed, she is always up for a cuddle.  When I need some discipline, she spanks me...well, not anymore. 

When I was little my momma used to sing to me old timey songs her daddy sang to her as a little girl, and now I sing as many of them as I can remember to my boy.   

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I love you

A bushel and a peck

A bushel and a peck

and a hug around the neck

Hug around the neck 

and a barrel and a heap

a barrel and a heap 

and I'm talking in my sleep about you, about you.

I love you

A bushel and a peck

You bet your pretty neck I do. 

Oodle, oodle, oodle, oodle, oodle, oodle, 

oodle, oodle, oodle ooo.

 ~

I could write a novel about how awesome my mom is and the things she does for the whole family.  But for now I'll just say that I aspire to be as great of a momma as she is and has always been.  She is my role model and best friend.  I miss you Momma, and can't wait to be with you again in November.  I love you more than I can say.

Parents are the pride of their children. 

Proverbs 17:6b

Happy Mother's Day