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. They were the ones that tried to protect us from harm.
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.
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.
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”.
This song is what all mothers wish for their children as their first protector!
Berry, KayeMay 4, 2015 at 7:40 pm
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….
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Birch&BeauMay 5, 2015 at 1:14 am
Thank you for writing how my heart really feels Always and forever about Mom.
Birch&BeauMay 5, 2015 at 1:16 am
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Just love it! Thanks @thisisyourbestyear !!!
thisisyourbestyearMay 5, 2015 at 12:58 pm
Thanks, miss my mom every day.
mrgjones11May 5, 2015 at 5:01 pm
llacosteMay 6, 2015 at 1:31 pm
Such a lovely tribute!
JuLiaMay 7, 2015 at 1:38 pm
one of my favorite posts you’ve done so far
tracymarshall1961May 7, 2015 at 6:39 pm
Love film and the music..thanks for including Momma Katie
diwandererMay 21, 2015 at 9:48 pm
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.)
thisisyourbestyearMay 21, 2015 at 10:40 pm
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
thisisyourbestyearMay 11, 2018 at 10:10 pm
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Mother’s Day is all about memories and love. For those that are featured in this post with their moms I hope the memories are even sweeter.