Mamma's

The experts say, a child believes it is part of the momma
for the first year of it's life. Then they go thur the time
of developing their own independence.

I do not know for certain. But some where in your life cycle,
I think we may revert back to momma. Not completely as in the
first year. But as we get older, I think we become more aware
of all the things momma did for us. If you happen to be female
you may even evolve into a newer version of you momma.

You notice I did not refer to her as Mother. It may be my
southern heritage, but for whatever reason she will always
be momma.

My little momma (she was only 5'1") left this world on May 24,02.
She enjoyed some fresh strawberries (one of her favorites) from
Mrs Jones's garden. When thur her, what had become normal evening
of resting quietly trying to get one more breathe.

She went to sleep, woke up in heaven sometime near 1:00pm the next
day. I was very thankful and had prayed she would just go to sleep.

My momma was from the old school, "spare the rod spoil the child"
to say I was not a spoiled child would be a accurate statement.
But just for the record, I am a better person for it. And even in
today's "time out" method of choice. I still think there are times
when spanking is necessary(don't even send me your comments about
it I am not changing my mind).

We had moved to Nicut,Ok. It is a small spot on hwy 101. The old
house had 3 rooms, no inside toilet. But I loved it, we were out
in the middle of no where. The chickens prior to us had left me
a gift. Now being 5 yrs old, rotten eggs were a treasure. I was
well armed to bomb all my enemies. My first target was the side
of the house. Now it did not take my momma long to figure out she
was under attack. She came out on the back porch, yelled at me to
"stop that right now". Then went back into the house.

Now any smart child would had ceased and disperses to other
adventures. Well I was not know for being smart just yet.
Out the door she came, fire in her eyes, I knew that look.

I am not sure what took over me, but I took off running. She was
right behind me, until I turned the corner of the house. I looked
back she was gone. Well this is pretty cool, I will have to remember
running is good. I went on about my meandering.

I was under a tree, making mud pies. I never saw her coming, she
grabbed me up by the hair. I thought she was going to beat me to
death. (not really just a figure of speech) The whole time she was
administering correction, she was telling me not to EVER RUN AGAIN!
I never did.

My little momma was a women of few words. We had moved back to town.
I was being normal little tom boy. I had climbed up into a tree in
the front yard. Getting back down was causing me a little difficulty.
I decided momma was the help I needed. "MOMMA, MOMMA" she emerged from
our small house, little sister on her hip. "What are you doing up in
that tree", she asked. "I can't get down" was my pitiful replay.

"Well you got up there, you get down". "But momma I can't" I whinnied.
She turned on her heals went back in the house. She reemerged in a
short time, with the pillow from my bed in tow. "Here you might need
this if you are staying up there" was all she said.

I bailed out of that tree right then. One of the best lessons she
ever taught me. You get in the mess you get out of it..

I could go on, but I will spare you. If you still have the wonderful
gift of your momma. Give her a hug, tell her how much you love her.
My momma knew how much I loved her, and I knew she loved me. But all
the hugging is gone for me.