“WHAT MAMA DID”. A few weeks ago this was the 5 Minute Friday Topic over at www.lisajobaker.com. As I began writing, I realized that I had so much to share and did not want to just write for 5 minutes. So, here is what happened. I wrote, then I saved, and then I never finished. When I opened up my dashboard today there it was staring me in the face. Today, I will finish!
When I first saw this topic I thought ha-ha What Has Mama Not Done. My Mama is a strong woman. She was a successful business woman, was involved in all of our school activities, from being home room mom to making every sporting event, has been married for 36 (I think I might be off a year of two) years, and is now a famous, yes I said famous, or is it infamous blogger over at http://carriewelborn.com/! My MAMA did it all…
One of my most cherished memories with my Mama is when she sat at the lawyer’s office with me. I know, that sounds crazy, but it was the one time when I remember there being no opinions, no judging, no you should have done this or that, just empathy…..pure, loving, hand holding and hugging empathy. My opinion of my mom has grown and changed over the years. Sure, she is a tough one. She has always wanted my sister and I to do our best, be our best, and be the best to others’. But, the last few years, after sharing countless memories and stories, I have realized that I remembered certain things the way I wanted to, and not the way they actually happened.
For instance (sorry dad but you may get thrown under a loving bus), when I was younger we were at the Pilot Point, TX Trade Days downtown. It was a little carnival for the town. I was with my best friend Donna, and we were playing on the baseball dunking machine. The person who was running that booth was letting us push the button with our hands since we couldn’t hit the mark with the ball. (Coach Cornwell, does that surprise you?!) And, so it happened, I went up to push the button and was bent forward a bit when the machine arm flew back and hit me in the head. I don’t remember all the details other than Donna’s face as she saw the blood soaking mine. It was quite the doozy. I have a little scar, and an eyebrow that forever keeps me from completing my eyebrow break-dancing. After the incident, I believed my dad wanted to rush me to the hospital, but my mom threw a fit that I even got hurt, and did not want to spend the money on me being an idiot. Fast forward 20 years, and I have been told I remember this story incorrectly. I hear that my mom thought I needed to go to the hospital and she was very upset and caring, but it was my dad that thought I needed to toughen up.
Awww, I blamed my mom all these years for not acting like a mom. Just loving me, just caring for me. Sure, she was not perfect, but then Bingo, neither am I, and I won’t be perfect to my children either. If we were perfect moms then our children wouldn’t be able to make mistakes and learn from them. We have to let our children fall. And, 20 years later, we can be best friends.
I can truly say that my mom is my best friend. We can butt heads, we can love, we can share, and we can be opinionated. The real problem didn’t lie in the fact that my mom was not a good mom. The problem lied in the fact that I am just like my mom. Our personalities are so much alike, and we sound like we are the same person. I remember certain stories differently, and I am not sure as to the reason why, but mom…Will you forgive me? Forgive me for thinking that you were always the tough one on me? And Thank you for always being the tough one on me!! Even though our memories may not always be correct, there may be no reason to change them.
PS. I Love You Mom!
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