Since my Mama Dear’s Birthday is this week and we are still talking about love for the month of February, I thought I’d write about the love of a mother.
The Greeks use the word storgeto describe parental love. Newborn babies are dependent on the love, protection, and provision of their mothers during the formative years of their lives, particularly after birth. Babies are helpless and their survival depends on the mother. The dependency leads to bonds being formed by both the mother and child. This kind of love is automatic.
My Mama Dear has always said that we girls are the best thing she ever did. She is our biggest fan, offering encouragement, motivation, and inspiration. She also offers a swift kick in the pants when we need it– the accountability when we resist what we know is the right thing to do.
My Mama Dear isn’t just a mama to my sisters and me. Through the years, she has adopted our friends, boyfriends, and husbands—not to mention the bazillion cousins I have whose moms have gone home to be with the Lord. She stands in the gap, offering the surrogacy mothering that they need. These cousins feel more like brothers and sisters, which I’ll talk about next week.
My Mama Dear is where I got my creativity. She is a storyteller, writer, poet, songwriter, singer, actor, crafter, and all around jack-of-all-trades. If you need something made, she can make it. If you need something fixed, she can fix it.
The physical traits I inherited are the eyes, the cheekbones, and the hourglass figure (try not to laugh at me as much as I laughed at myself).
She is also where I got my high cholesterol. Thanks mom! My sweet tooth is an affinity to which I assign her blame, er, I mean credit. But, because of her, I am a decent cook. She always called herself the Chief Cook and Bottle Washer when we were growing up, even though she worked outside the home most of the time.
My Mama Dear and many other mamas have given of themselves, their time, energy, and money to raise their kids to be productive members of society. I hope we are doing them proud.
I can’t conclude my post without giving a shout out to a few special people who have mothered me over the years: my city mama, Angie Masters; my other mama, Gayle Grimsley; my country mama, Vera Hines; my Aunts who have all mothered me— Sue Preston, Kat Smith, Etta Tucker, Judy Wood(RIP), Sabra Childress(RIP), Gwen Hunt(RIP), and Monica Smith(RIP); even some of my girl cousins but there is no room to list them here. Yeah, my maternal grandparents never heard of birth control.
I am thankful for my Mama Dear and my surrogates. They are mostly responsible for making me the woman I am today—a woman who lives and loves with all she has.
Love hard peeps and if you are blessed enough to still have your mama with you, call her up or go see her and give her a hug. I love you Mama Dear.
Do you have any special mama moments to share? Surrogate moms that have filled in for you? I’d love to hear from you.