Through The Eyes Of A Child


Through the eyes of a child their Momma is the most beautiful woman in the world. In her early forties my mom’s face was etched with deep wrinkles. Her once wavy dark auburn hair had turned straight, thinning, and almost snow white .Her smile showed broken rotten nubs where her teeth once were. She was still beautiful to me. I remember sitting on the old sofa holding her hand. Her hands felt like velvet. Her face so soft. I told her how beautiful she was. She had a sad far away look on her face as if remembering a time when she was young.

Poverty had taken its toll on my dear Momma. She never had anything for herself. Medical and dental care was not an option, and her body had paid the price. In her fifties she became very ill and was sent to the county hospital. There she was treated for a thyroid condition, heart disease, was fit for two hearing aids, and had all her teeth pulled and given some falsies. We never realized how sick she was.

Children also believe their Momma’s have beautiful singing voices. I loved her singing Sugar in the Morning, You’re too old to cut the mustard anymore, and my favorite Blue Jay flew in the grocery store. That one I sang to my kids and grandchildren. It went like this… Blue Jay flew in the grocery store, pooped in the coffee, pooped in the tea, if I hadn’t moved he would have pooped on me. Boy they sure don’t make songs like that anymore.

Traditions have continued with my daughter and her boys. Matthew was around five when he had his first sleep over at our house. I gave him his bath, read him a story, said our prayers, and was ready to turn off the lights, when he said Grandma you have to sing my special night time song. I asked what song is that. He sang it to me, and said his Momma is so awesome she can sing it in rap, country, rock, even opera. Four years later I still sing him his night time song. When I’m sick or feeling down he sings it to me. I’m sure this special tradition will be passed down to another generation.

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cuhome
    Oct 06, 2011 @ 00:36:33

    I love this post. Family traditions can catch, and never end, just because someone shared something simple, something uplifting to them and others.

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  2. Babe's Place
    Oct 06, 2011 @ 00:46:14

    Thanks so much. I love to take the time to cherish the little things in life. Hugs

    Reply

  3. Laurie :)
    Oct 06, 2011 @ 17:01:04

    Mom, Larry remembers this song…..I will have to ask Malia & Garrison if they know it. If not, I’m sure they’ll want to learn it 🙂

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  4. Grandma Kc
    Oct 06, 2011 @ 18:09:40

    How very very sweet! I love traditions — and making new ones!

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  5. tsonoda148
    Oct 07, 2011 @ 16:51:59

    Hi Mary. I love your singing traditions! Love the bird poop song. You need to sing that to me next time we get together.
    And……..your Mamma was beautiful!
    Love you,
    Terri

    Reply

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