There’s something so familiar about my Mother.
The smell of her clothes when we she would head out the door with my Dad for their date nights.
The way she would say “Mornin’, my angel” and give me a big hug while I still had sleepy eyes.
The way she would weekly roll her three daughters hair with sponge curlers every Saturday night (while watching Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman).
The way she consistently managed to lick her finger to wipe something that always happened to be on mine or my sisters faces right before getting out of the car for school.
The way she smiled and asked about my day when she’d pick me up from school, always having snack waiting.
The way she could make more of a ruckus than anyone while cooking, but her food always beat every other mama in town.
Pot roast every Sunday (insert praise hands).
The way she always had a pitcher of sweet tea ready in the fridge, just in case I had friends come by (and I always did.)
The way she wrote little notes with bible verses before big test days at school.
The sound of her voice on my “first-night-of-college meltdown”.
But I realized this morning, this fabulous Mother’s Day morning that a Mother is actually the one that has all the familiarity, or should I call it Instinct.
She may not realize that she did all these things I found so simply amazing, but she does know her kiddos.
She knows them better sometimes than they know themselves, even if they don’t realize that she does.
She knew her daughters needed to see a woman who loved her husband the way she loved my Dad, and I’m sure she really needed those date nights too, but their relationship is still as sweet today.
She knew that when we woke up, we needed affirmation and attention with kind words, so she woke up before us to “get in a good mood with her coffee”… or so she says.
She knew our fly-away-curly hair needed special attention for Sunday morning church, but more than anything those nights were really to give us time together as a family, besides who doesn’t love Dr. Quinn???
She knew to get crud off our faces so it didn’t embarrass us at school if someone else called us out… you the best Mama!
She knew to ask sweet questions after school and smile because, let’s be real, school is just a stinker most of the time. (Plus she always brought snacks.)
She knew that one day her kids would value the fact that there was never a TV on during dinner, but a family meal around a table… and she wanted to make sure it was delicious, and y’all…. it always was…. it still is.
She knew that sometimes people come by and they aren’t hungry, but they can be thirsty, and what better drink than sweet tea. Today, I still have friends that remember “Mrs. Wendy’s sweet tea”.
She knew that more than anything she could say or do, that her kids needed to be reminded that the Lord had their back with everything, so those scripture filled index cards were her tactic. (I still have them stacked in my bible.) 🙂
She knew that in moments of tear filled phone calls with her girls that it wasn’t what she said that would fix it, it was being willing to listen.
To my wonderful Mama, you kind, gentle spirit, full of sweetness and a little sass, your girls love you more than you’ll ever know.
Happy Mother’s Day.