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!

ABOUT THE WRITER

Hi there, I’m Tynisha C. Leon, writer, West Indian, mango-lover, founder and editor-in-chief of DASHEEN mag­a­zine — the online des­ti­na­tion where cul­ture feeds imag­i­na­tion. Join the cul­ture con­ver­sa­tions on Face­book, Twit­ter and Tum­blr!