Just listening to a program on 102.9 KAJN-FM, Crowley, LA (one of my fav radio stations) and the hosts of the program Family Talk are bantering back and forth with tell-tale stories of their moms. Their storytelling got me to thinking about my mom and mother’s day.
My mom is in her eighties: vibrant, beautiful, fiery, polished and a little ‘streetish’. Our relationship is interesting. I am the elder of three kids: our relationship is love, tolerance, high strung, emotional, and borders on the side of something I really can’t describe. I know my mom loves me. Even in the hardest periods of our relationship, I always knew and felt my mother’s love and support, and I am reminded of scripture that reads, “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you.” It is a commandment with a promise.
My mother cleaned other people’s homes for a living and boy, did she clean well. To this day, I cannot replicate the perfection in which she makes any bed. There is never a wrinkle to be found on any bed my mom makes – not in the sheets, pillowcases nor bed coverings. She taught me to clean, and to be clean. We Louisianians have a saying, “Don’t eat everyone’s food; don’t eat at everyone’s table.” A lesson learned from my mom – if you wanna know if someone is clean – check out their stoves and their toilets: a clean person will have a clean stove, and a clean toilet. I taught my children the same, and I pray they teach the same to their children.