The Sweetest Love
Everyone should think of their Mommy as the best and sweetest!
The sweetest woman I know lives at #150 Estate Concordia, St. Croix Virgin Islands. I can testify to her sweetness because she is my Mommy. I can give out her address because she is so much more than some words on a hallmark card. Head over and see if you won’t be fed and kept.
Try her and see if she won’t wash your feet.
Just look at that face and that au naturel glow. CoverGirl’s Queen Collection Bronzer ain’t got nothing on her. She’s wide open, and not even as a result of having it easy. She’s experienced some pain, and early, but she chooses love and compassion and smiles.
This little peek here is her being polite. My mother’s smile is big and toothy and lightsome!
She is the sweetest most blessed experience I’ve ever had on this earth, and of course, not only because she’s seen me at my absolute worst, but because she hurts when I hurt and cries when I won’t.
I have any number of occasions to miss my mom, to miss her care, to miss just her special way. I’m always filling up my time thinking about what we would do if she was here. You see, going home, it’s very easy to slip into that daughter role, so I am making my bid for her to come here (even without the all– important grandbaby) so I can explore more of this friend role we’ve been playing with over the phone.
Particularly on Mother’s Day, the missing becomes the stuff of dull aches and pains that refuse to move. No numbers of calls scattered throughout the day justifies the distance. Nothing quite satisfies. What does help is the many mothers who have adopted me, or I them, and who will be free with hugs and kisses and I love yous if I know them. And thank God for mothers and mothering wherever you can them and it.
“Memories” was my mother’s graduation song from High School. There is a line there that says “the way we were.” The following is my wish list, and how I imagine we should and could be on Mother’s Day, but really everyday that we find grace and opportunity.
Breakfast @ T’s - I have this thing about cooking for my mom. It’s a serious Jones. I don’t know if its because she’s never known me as such, but cooking is as much love as it is recipe whether from memory or off paper. When I cook, I think about the person and their needs. For example, I make curry coconut shrimp because he likes it, nevermind that I am allergic and can’t taste the dish. I watch it and I tend to it like its my favorite meal. A breakfast of stewed Saltfish, salad, Johnny Cakes with a side of Chai tea and fresh passion fruit juice would be my 1st gift.
Shopping Spree - This one goes without saying and has been a long time coming. There a lot to see and do. But TJMaxx, Marshalls, Target, WalMart, Ross and DSW are surely on the menu.
Spa Date — That sublime moment where it’s just you and a soak, or you and _________. Just the permission to close your eyes and not think as a mom, or as anything but to become one with a pampering treatment that is relaxation underscored. Everyone deserves this, but particularly a mom, and my mother who’s about her business 24–7. So I would take her to Julia’s Day Spa.
Without a doubt, the sweetest love for me is Mom love, and with that in mind and heart, I send out sweet love, hugs and kisses to all the mommas who perfume the world with their sweetness and inalienable uniqueness. However, of special note and the owner of this post is my dahling sweet mommy. It is because of you that I feel ever blessed to dream big and do my thing!
I love you!