She Get It From Her Mama

She Get It From Her Mama

What Motherhood Really Means

                I don’t know exactly why, but lately I have been constantly hearing this saying again and again.  Being the person that I am, I really started to think about this one day and POW!! This post was born….yes, yes it happened just like that.  Anywho, I started thinking about the lyrics of the song and just how people relay actions to this “should be old” phrase. So this post will ask you the question, what did you get from your mama?  Most people born before the 90’s probably have warm and fuzzy feelings about their mom in the kitchen cooking apple pies and serving it with ice cream on the top, after a four course meal. I’m sad to report that that number has dropped significantly in present times. Sorry younguns’ that train has left the station.  So as I’m doing my daily news check, I run across an article from nytimes.com about this mother that doesn’t cook, presumably written by her daughter. My mind starts to reminisce about all the life lessons I learned right in our family kitchen.  There were no granite countertops or stainless still appliances, but there was a sense of responsibility to pass something on from mother to child.  There was love and temperament in my mother’s eyes when she patiently explained how to roll the dough for biscuits or how to season and batter chicken so it would come out golden brown, with just the right amount of flavor. While we were cooking, my mama used to talk about how after school, she and my uncle had to pick cotton in the fields, gather eggs, and milk  the cows, all before bedtime.  Her storytelling always created a sense of being, she made you feel like you were right where you were supposed to be.  Even though the work was hard, there was a bountiful harvest to be had each and every night.  I have often wondered how someone could pour such a big love into such a small space. No matter where I go in my travels, how bright the lights are, or how busy the traffic is, I can always think back to that small kitchen and smile.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying there aren’t other ways of teaching your kids things, but being able to set a plate in front of a loved one and have them not only feel your love, but to taste it as well, is simply…PRICELESS.

As I come to a close, I want to thank you for taking time out of your day to read this blog.  I would say “my blog” but I feel like it’s “our” blog.  I want you to feel like you’ve just come home every time you stop by.  So by all means, come in, take your shoes off, and let’s talk for a while…

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