REMEMBERING MOMMA . . .
Sunday, May 13, 2012
A REMEMBERING MOMMA STORY:
About a month ago we went to a Quinciniera (a 15th birthday celebration for a young lady in our village), and as we were sitting and visiting with a young couple from our village, their little girl came running up to her mother's side...and then shied away when she saw me. This little girl is cute as a button, but not usually a very happy little girl, a bit suspicious of everyone, and generally VERY hard to win over. (I've blown her kisses before, and she reacted as if I'd pinched her!) She had her fingernails painted, and I told her how beautiful they were. "Did your momma paint them?" I asked. She warmed up just a tad and nodded (big, wide, sad eyes on this extremely shy little girl). I told her I wanted to have pretty nails like that, but I didn't have my momma to paint my nails, so I couldn't. What happened next was something like a miracle. She just silently gazed into my eyes with her sad eyes; I could see she was processing things. After the LONGEST silence, her eyes looking sadder by the moment, she rose the full height of her tippy toes and planted a long, sweet kiss on my cheek. That sweet little girl had just figured out how terribly sad it must be to NOT have your momma! She melted my heart!
So . . . to those of you who, like me, no longer have your momma on this earth to share all those precious mother/daughter things together, in my heart I'm just standing on my tippy-toes and planting a kiss on your cheek today. How wonderful that we had mothers that we still long for and miss! Let those memories kiss you with her love today.
[The rest of the story: Coming from my ultra-conservative background, I vividly remember getting a spanking from my mother when I got home from kindergarten one day, because my friend, Brenda, had painted my fingernails with her mother's Avon samplers! In her later years, Mother let go of some of the more legalistic things she'd held onto and actually had HER fingernails tastefully painted! Somehow it came full-circle for me to have this little girl kiss me, because my momma couldn't paint my nails! A disguised kiss sent from heaven by Momma? Probably not, but a sweet thought!]