When God created woman, she had to be completely washable but not plastic. Have 180 movable parts. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair, and six pairs of hands. And she is so closely resembling God because she can heal herself, feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a toddler to stand under a shower. Then, he created MOTHERS.
A mother is not just a mere woman/mother she is a wonder woman. She is a caregiver of a very small human, sometimes her first time to even hold one of these miracles, and she is a fast learner.
She is a gourmet cook while balancing a baby on her hip. She is a cleaning lady, laundress and tidier of unexpected barf. She is a chauffeur and drives like Mario Andretti as she makes sure her offspring are never late for school, baseball game, dance lessons, or that horrible time she needed to get to the ER with a bleeding toddler that split their lip from the high jump from the dresser. She is a playmate as she plays pitcher to her young batter as he practices for his first T-ball game, or she can be a ballerina as she helps her little girl learn the pirouette and how to perform a croise’ for dance class.
Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia, whose mother had organized women’s groups to promote friendships and health, originated Mother’s Day on May 12, 1907, when she held a memorial service for her late mother in Grafton, West Virginia. In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made it a national observance. It was recommended that you wear a red carnation for a living mother and a white one for a deceased mother. Jarvis later protested the day as it had become so commercialized.
My mother has been gone Home for 16 years, and at least three nights a week I dream that she is here talking to me in some scenario with others.
I dream of others that have gone on, but not nearly as often as I dream of my mother. I believe there is a strong, intense and resilient link between our souls and that of our mothers.
I am the honored and blessed mother of three wonderful, beautiful children, Michael, Marc and Pam. They are all “grown and gone,” as the poem reads, but in my eyes they are still the little miracles I saw the minute they drew their first breath and will always be my babies and I will always be Mama.
I’m always looking for potato recipes, as my husband “needs” them every meal. Here is a delicious potato dish.
MUDD POTATOES
6 cups of potatoes, peeled and diced
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
¾ cup mayonnaise
1 cup of cooked and crumbled bacon
3 t. minced garlic
½ cup chopped onion
Preheat oven to 325. Spray 9x13 pan. Mix the potatoes, cheddar cheese, bacon, garlic and onion. Add the mayonnaise to the mixture and stir until all is coated. Bake for 1½ hours until the potatoes are tender and browned.
