Saturday, September 18, 2010

I Hope You Don't Mind I Put Down In Words...

 On this day, many, many, many...many years ago, in a galaxy far far away, called West Texas, an adorable little child with big dark eyes and a head full of dreams was born...

 her name was Barbara Carol. We just call her Mom. I love you mom! Or Mother.  Have you talked to Mother? Or Moppy.  I wub you Moppy! Happy bwirfday MoppyI miss you Moppy! What did you get me for my bwirfday Moppy? Moppy, can we go shopping?  She entered the world with a song in her heart and a glint in her eye.
I'll never forget as an awkward fourteen year old looking through my mom's old high school yearbook.  There she was, on a separate 8x10 page, voted "MOST POPULAR". Wow!!!  It was like I'd just discovered I was related to a movie star.
 "Mom, what was your secret?"
"Secret?", she replied.
I pointed to the poster size version of her stardom.
"Oh, that? I was just myself. Trust me, you'll be popular too. Be nice, be friendly, no problem."
Ah, such naivete.
My mom.  She's bold,  and one of a kind. She almost always  'goes for it!' It's one of her very best qualities. Even if the rest of us are huddled together in fear...She's pushing us, calling out to us, encouraging us.

She and my dad were high school sweethearts. She met him at a church social and when she found out he worked at the local grocery store, she bought gum and went through his checkout line. Every. Single.Day. Until he noticed her. Then, she married him.   My mom has loved my dad for 50 years now. From young love to old love...

Here we've reached the talent portion of this little docu-drama. My mother is a garage saler LIKE NONE OTHER! Excuse me while I go change into my 9th grade pep squad uniform, complete with pom poms.
It's cheer time!
"Go mom! Get that lamp, buy that chair, you're the best EVERYWHERE!! whoo-hoo!"
I just tried to do the splits. Not a good idea.
Anyway, one time she found a Tiffany lamp, a REAL Tiffany, at a garage sale for $15.00. And then she sold it for boo-koos of money.
She really is like a movie star.

Did I mention that she gardens? In fact Mr. Wonderful and I got married in my parents backyard. It was so beautiful! One enchanted evening, the perfect setting for a new beginning.
We've had countless talks about life and love and God and faith. We've argued and cried, and made up. We've laughed until we cried, vacationed, and painted so many rooms I've lost count. We've been together in good times and in bad times, and times so sad the depth of it seemed insurmountable. 

But there's always Halloween. My mom. She's wacky and funny and fun, and never more so than when she gets to put on a costume. And act like she's butchered someone.

 Here's to you mom.
I hope we have many more Halloweens, and long talks, and chances to love and laugh and pray together.    Happy Birthday!


Allyson & Jere said...

What a sweet, sweet post bout your Mama. She seems like a fabulous woman.

Ummm, that garden and you in the lovely beautiful!

And I heart people that have mastered the art of the garage sale. Wish I could say the same.

KyAnn (like Cayenne Pepper, only HOTTER) said...

Um I turbo love the way you write. Newest folower. Come see me sometime.

Lisa said...

Great homage to the mother. I want to go scavenging with you both the next time you rummage sale shop. Save me a seat.