Five Minute Friday. Writing to write not worrying if it’s right. Today’s topic: What mama did
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What mama did. I can’t pinpoint just one thing. My mom did so much. She still does.
Some people don’t get the opportunity to thank their Mother while they are still here. We don’t think of it, we think we’ll always have tomorrows. Today I’m grateful for the opportunity to thank her while she’s still here.
As a parent, you never know what leaves a mark on your child. My Mom’s touch did that for me. Some of my favorite childhood memories were sitting on our front porch listening to thunderstorms. As a child, they scared me, especially the loud claps of thunder, but when I was sitting on my Mom’s lap, her soft hands stroking my hair and holding me just tight enough, I felt safe. Over time I grew to love thunderstorms and when it would start to rain, I knew that I would get to sit on Mom’s lap.
We had a rocking chair too. Two actually. One in the living room and one on the porch. Sometimes during storms we would sit on the rocking chair. I continued to sit with my Mom until my legs had grown so long there was no more curling up on her lap, they would dangle and fall but I didn’t care I would still try to fit.
I knew my Mom’s hands, the softness, the shape of her fingers, of her fingernails. I would trace her veins with my fingers. They were beautiful to me. And they still are. My Mom’s hands are different now. Rheumatoid Arthritis has made its mark. Today her hands cause her so much pain, frustration and embarrassment. But when I look at them, I still see my childhood, I see the hands that gently stroked my hair and they take me back to the stormy evenings on the front porch swing. They bring me back to the comfort I felt when she would gently hold her palm to my cheek as I nestled my head on her chest and drifted off.
What did my mama do? She comforted me with her touch and for that reason, her hands will always beautiful to me.
Kate
Walnuts n Pears 
