Mountain Momma and me in our matching polyester outfits she made.
I never realized the worth of my Mountain Momma until I had my girls. Almost immediately a curtain was pulled back and I could see the whole picture of being a mother-Oh, now I see what you did Momma.
Of course Mothers provide-food, shelter, love-but so many other things I took for granted. Like: I really need that for school tomorrow would you drive all the way back into town for me? I know you cooked super, but would you make me an egg sandwich instead? I know we don’t have much money, but I really want that new pair of shoes. I know you’re really tired but would you stay up late and make sure my clothes are washed for tomorrow? On and on the list would go for me- I was a spoiled child. And at the end of the list- Mountain Momma always answered “yes”.
Mother is such a meaningful word. When Chatter and Chitter were just learning to talk-you could ask them who they were-and they would say Momma. Pap said “how in the world did you confuse them that bad?” I still have no clue why they thought their names were Momma.
It is interesting how people shorten the word Mother or use it in different forms. I’ve always thought it sweet how some older folks use the word “Mommy” when speaking of their Mother. My brothers and I use the typical “Momma”. Chitter went through a phase where she called me “Ma”. My Dad and his siblings used the actual word “Mother” I always thought that was so endearing.
I’m going to leave you with 3 random things about my Mountain Momma. I hope you’ll leave a comment and tell me 3 random things about your Mother.
*My Mountain Momma has a contest with herself each summer. She cans more quarts of green beans than she did the year before, last year’s total 98.
*She crotchets so many hats, scarves, ponchos, and throws for her kids and grandkids we have all ran out of room to store them.
*She went without her back porch for over 15 years because there was other things to pay for-mostly my braces. (our back door literally opened to a drop of about 4 feet until she got her porch)
Happy Mother’s Day to all!
p.s. In Appalachia there is a tradition of wearing a certain color of flower on Mother’s Day depending on whether or not your mother is still living. White if she has passed away, Red if she is still living. In your comment you can also tell which color you would wear this Mother’s Day.