Today’s my baby girl’s birthday- she’s sixteen years old, and she’s one of my heroes. She stands by her friends, no matter what; she believes in them and encourages them. And she won’t stand for someone putting them down- woe to you if you ‘dog out’ her friends, because she’ll cut you off at the knees.
She goes her own path, and she marches to her own beat. She does things her way and doesn’t care if anyone else likes it or not. She’s not disrespectful, or mean, but she stands by what she believes in, and she’ll go toe to toe with anyone over it.
Jenn, I’m proud to be your Mama, and I’m glad to be able to watch you grow up into a beautiful young woman. I can’t wait to see what God’s got in store for you!

Someone twittered a request for memories of our moms; here are some of mine.
* When my youngest brother was about five, he did something to get in trouble, and Mama was going to spank him. He decided he could outrun her, so he started down the hall and into his room, which had slick wooden floors. He hit the floor and slid under his bed to get away – when he turned around, Mama was right there behind him. His eyes were big as saucers!
*The first time I was pregnant (1978), my mom found out before me- I had to go out of town for the day, so I took my little specimen cup to the doctor’s office. I asked my mom to call for me to find out the results. Since she had to leave before I got home, and she wanted me to be the first to know, she cut a picture of a baby out of a magazine and put it in an envelope and left it for me.
*The day she held her first grandchild for the first time- my daughter Mary Beth – May 21, 1979. In September 2007, she held her first great-grandchild – Mary Beth’s son Reid. My baby’s baby…
*When I was pregnant with my youngest daughter, my husband and I didn’t want to know whether she was a girl or boy but Mama did, so when we had the ultrasound done, the tech printed a picture and wrote “it’s a girl!”, sealed it in an envelope and we gave it to her. During all those months, she never let it slip to us what we were having. I know it had to be hard for her, but she did it!
I have a great Mom- she’s made a lot of sacrifices for me and my brothers, and I think she and Daddy did a great job raising us – they taught us how to be honorable people. If we’ve failed in doing that it’s through no fault of theirs.

On Christmas Day we had supper at my folks’ house, with the rest of the family- it’s always so much fun to spend time with kids, especially on holidays. They’ve got so much to say, and I just love listening to them say it.
For example Reid, who just turned two, is crazy about anything John Deere – his dad is a farmer and drives a John Deere tractor, so he has every reason to think they’re great. When I asked him what he got for Christmas, he said, ‘a trike-cycle’. When I asked him if it was red, he just looked at me and said, “no, it was gween”. What better color for a trike-cycle?

Do you remember the Cosby show episode where Rudy asked Cliff what a bunch of letters spelled? he told her ‘zrbrt’ and then proceeded to give her a razzberry on her cheek. Ever since, I’ve given my grandkids and other beloved children ‘zrbrts’ on their cheek or neck; they’ve learned that if they hold their chin up, it gives me more room under there, and then watch out! the noise is great, and the look on their face is even better. Thank you, Bill Cosby, for helping me make good memories with these wonderful kids.

Why is it that we feel so much younger than we thought our parents were at the same age?

Of all the things I regret, one of the things I wish I could change would be to go back in time, and find out more about my grandparents’ lives. I remember vividly so many things about my mother’s mother, like watching her stand by the sink washing dishes, singing ‘hey, good lookin’ by Hank Williams. Or that she always loved to drink Dr. Pepper – I wish I could find a bottle that looks like the ones from my childhood.

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