Mother's Day again. My 5th year without my mother. So I just wanted to write a tribute to her here, maybe she'll read it from far away in heaven.
My mother didn't play sports, didn't wear jeans, didn't plant flowers or dig in the dirt. My mother did clean house like a professional, made fabulous meals for all of us everyday, was always there when we got home from school, did laundry like nobody's business. She never drove a car, though she tried to once and swore she would never do it again. She didn't.
What I remember about Mama is that she was a meticulous housekeeper. I don't remember EVER seeing any dust, dirt or clutter in our house. Everything was always in place, folded and put away, dusted, polished and mopped. When I was very young she worked at Woolworth's in the office. Daddy would take us down there and I remember running down that old wooden floor to my mama's arms. Woolworth's was my favorite place to go, anyway. When we started school (my brother and I) for the first weeks mama would walk us to school so we would be safe, and meet us after school and walk us home. And when we got home we always had a snack waiting for us. Later, when we were older, mama always made homemade gingerbread and hot tea for my girlfriend and me after school.
She worried about dirt and things like that, wanted the best and cleanest for us. She felt she wasn't getting the turnip greens washed enough. Bright idea, put them in the dishwasher and they will be so clean. Note to self: don't forget what happens when very hot water mixes with turnip greens. Well, that didn't work so well.