Honoring Our Mothers

If you were to ask just about anyone to tell who was their first love, most would say it was their mother.  Mother’s were the first faces that we gazed our eyes upon.  They were the first ones that held us close and even sang to us.  When we gave them that first smile, they were the ones that had an even bigger smile.

Over the years they have had many names, mother, mom, mama, madea and so many more.  Have you ever noticed that the biggest defensive lineman when given a chance to say a word always tells his mother hello.  It’s just something about the word “mother”.

Some of you are blessed that your mother is still with you, and some of us know the feeling that they are no longer here with us. This slide show is for all the moms, mothers, mamas, madeas and more.  Each year I run the same article about my mother–Mrs. Ruby Dean Square Cooper.  This year I’ve added some of your mother’s pictures.  I hope you enjoy. There is a surprise for you at the end of the post.  Just click on the link and enjoy!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Everything was done in the kitchen of our home. When were younger, we practiced our reading at the kitchen table. Mama would be cooking, and we would be reading out loud. I still wonder how she knew the words before we did. As we continued our education even college homework would be done at that table.

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When my sister and I did our 4-H projects, the kitchen table became our workshop with everything from sewing machines to podiums. Mama was a leader in our 4-H club so we practiced everything there.

I remember the day we got a new dishwasher. Everyone was excited, even me. I had turned about 12 and thought that making pretend milkshakes in the soapy water was fun. Little did I know that I would forever be the dishwasher in our family. I remember that I would wash and mama would dry while my sister did her homework at the table. If my dad was home from work, he would be watching the Huntley Brinkley report while we did the dishes. My brother got out of washing dishes because mama believed that cleanliness was indeed next to Godliness. I remember the day that he popped me on the behind with the towel that he was drying the dishes with; it was the last time he was allowed to do anything in the kitchen except eat.

The smell of cooking was always prevalent in our kitchen even though both my parents worked full-time as educators. Mama had been a home economics major in college so everything was homemade from potato chips, wonderful cakes and pies and all that was in between.

One of my fondest memories is when my mother became my friend. She drank coffee every morning and some evenings at the kitchen table. I had always drank a milking cup of coffee as a child. One Saturday as she sat at the kitchen table reading the paper, I joined her for what would become “our time”. For the rest of her life, if I was home, I would make coffee and we would talk, sometimes our neighbors Miss Callie and Miss Adell would join us. Over the years to come at that table, we talked about high school graduation, going off to college, the death of daddy, how would she cope, my sister going off to college–mama in the house alone. My husband even asked her for my hand in marriage at the kitchen table. Grandchildren learned what the word “no” really meant at that table.

As I think back over these times, it is amazing that people now have to have libraries, great rooms, offices, etc., to do different activities. Mama did it all at the kitchen table.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms who solve all the problems of today at the kitchen table. Remember, “thisisyourbestyear”. 

Another video for you to enjoy!

http://slide.ly/view/ea958c3458b54dfd906423c4493f405d

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thisisyourbestyear

This is my best year ever, and it can be yours too. When I turned 40, I thought it was the end of life as I knew it. When I turned 50, I knew it was the end. It was the end, the end of that year--nothing more and nothing less. I've retired, gone to another career, started a business, and have kept writing. I've taken classes including glass blowing, swing dancing and so much more. I'm making each year, my best year.

10 thoughts on “Honoring Our Mothers

  1. Beautiful…. Making me cry….. both sides of my heart and more are forever broken…. But, I’ve learned to live from day to day. Not about the destination, but the journey….. Blessings….

    thisisyourbestyear wrote:

    thisisyourbestyear posted: “If you were to ask just about anyone to tell who was their first love, most would say it was their mother. Mother’s were the first faces that we gazed our eyes upon. They were the first ones that held us close and even sang to us. When we gave them tha”

  2. Lovely post! I am one of the lucky ones. My mother Is one of the best ans she’s still with us! 90 years and counting.
    I love your theme, “this is your best year.” In fact, it has been one of my mantras since I was about twenty and is even more true now that I am retired.
    ( I came across your blog through lilypup’s blog fest.)

    1. Thanks for reading. I read posts in your blog. I love to travel, but I make all of the arrangements. My husband says I do it better than him. I find ways to save on travel, events and more. I look forward to reading more of your posts. Remember “thisisyourbestyear”. Enjoy! Maricia

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