A MOTHER’S LOVE

Nothing is stronger than a mother’s love.

Mom is our OG ride or die, the one who will go down battling to the bitter end for us.

“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
~ Agatha Christie

Of course, there are some women who have harmed and/or abandoned their children, some who have chosen to terminate a pregnancy, and some who know from the get-go that they have no desire to raise children. But we’re not here to criticize anyone for the choices and/or mistakes they’ve made.

A single mother might feel so overwhelmed that she is mentally, physically and emotionally unable to care for her baby and thus makes the difficult decision to give up her child in order to give them a better life; or the woman in an abusive relationship might choose not to bring another life into that situation for fear of what might happen to the precious little one.

Very rarely do we know the intimate details of what goes on in a person’s life, sometimes even that of our own family members and friends, so we should never assume that we’re in a position to judge anyone.

Rather, for the purpose of today’s post, we’re focusing on the women who would willingly give their last breath for their children – the mothers who have nurtured us, sacrificed for us, kissed our boo-boos, and smiled through every waterlogged childhood sneeze we aimed directly at their faces; the moms who’ve hidden their tears and their fears from us, cheered us on the loudest, prayed for us the hardest, and finally and perhaps grudgingly released us into the wild knowing that they did everything in their power to prepare us for life in the jungle.

And because it’s been an eon since we’ve done one of these, I decided to drag the entire crew out to help with this post. 😁

So today, in celebration of Mother’s Day, we’re going to share some of our favorite fun and / or funny ‘mom memories’.

My baby brother was about two years old when he tripped going up the stairs one day, and naturally he started bawling his lungs out like he was being quartered.
But instead of running to pick him up and trying to comfort him, my mother took off her slipper and she beat the hell out of that step for hurting him.
By the time she was finished, we were all crying from laughing so hard.
And now that that brother has children of his own, he does the exact same thing.
Weird family tradition, I guess.
🤷‍♂️😂

My parents would show up for every sports day we had at school, and my mother was always the loudest person in the entire stadium.
So, my final year in elementary school, I was entered in the egg-and=spoon race; and halfway through, I was disqualified for pushing another student (which I didn’t!.)
Naturally, my mother started to argue with the official about the ruling, but he wasn’t having any of it and turned to walk away.
And that’s when she decided it would be a good idea to throw my boiled egg at his head.
It got her banned from all future sports days, but since I’m an only child and it was my last year there, she didn’t give a damn.
The woman’s gangsta, through and through.
🫣😂

A few years ago, my sister and I gave my mother a beautiful jewelry box for her birthday.
When my aunt video called to chat with her a little while later, my mother wanted to show off her new jewelry box, but she couldn’t find it anywhere.
She accused us of hiding it and said it wasn’t funny, but we both swore we hadn’t.
About an hour later, our dad found the jewelry box sitting on the top shelf in the fridge. Apparently, his wife had experienced a minor brain-fart moment and thought she was putting away her birthday cake..
Now, anytime she can’t find something, we tell her to check the fridge.
😵‍💫😂

When my brothers and I were kids, we were really into dancehall music and we would blast it every chance we got.
At first our mother would roll her eyes because she said it wasn’t ‘real music’, but it eventually grew on her and she would be unconsciously singing along while she was doing her housework.
Fast forward to the one summer vacation when we were all in high school together and the staunchly Christian woman who had recently moved in across the street decided to show up at our gate to complain about the ‘devil music’ we were constantly blaring, to which my mother very calmly replied that she would handle the situation.
Her solution: She made us take out our CD so she could put in one of hers, and she blasted Christmas music at full volume for the entire morning. In the middle of August.
😇😂

When my sister and I were little, we really wanted to go on this camping trip our school’s Girl Guides chapter was having, but my dad forbade it because he was terrified that something would happen to us.
My mother knew how disappointed we were, so the weekend of the camping trip, she borrowed a tent from a friend and pitched it in the back yard; and she even hung a couple of those plastic shower curtains in the cherry tree to create a ‘bathroom’ for us. And she spent the entire weekend out in the yard with us (from Friday night to Sunday evening), sleeping on the sofa cushions, bathing with the hose, cooking on the small ring stove she had for when the power was out, and playing board games and card games.
(As it turned out, none of us wanted to go potty outside, so that was the only time we would go into the house.🤪)
But it was one of the best weekends of our entire childhoods.
🥰😂

My mother has always loved to sing, and one of my fondest memories from childhood was being in the kitchen with her and a song would come on the radio and we would sing into our potspoon mics at the top of our lungs.
Naturally, those duets became ‘our thing’, and we still do it to this day.
A few weeks ago, one of our songs was playing while we were at the supermarket, and we paused our shopping to sing the entire chorus into a head of broccoli.
🤩😂

When I was little, my mother would read me my favorite bedtime story every night –
The Teeny Tiny Woman by Paul Galdone.
The reason I loved it so much was because she would always do the voices.
Unbeknownst to be, that was one of the things she kept from my childhood, and when I had my first child she offered it to me.
But I told her to hang on to it, and now she reads it to my daughters whenever we stay over at Grammy’s house – voices and all.
And of course I climb into bed with my kids so I can hear the story too.
🤭😂

My third year in high school, we had a talent show to raise funds to upgrade the gym.
Students and parents were invited to participate, and my mother decided to show her school spirit by performing LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock You Out.
I wanted to die at the time, but she received the biggest and the loudest standing ovation I have ever heard to date, and she was officially dubbed the ‘coolest mom’ by my peers.
Thankfully, my aunt was there with her camcorder, so we have her performance saved for posterity, and looking back at that video now, I can tell you she ate and left no crumbs!
😯😂

One of my favorite childhood memories is having all the cousins come to our house for a sleepover for my birthday weekend every year.
(It was only six of us, but I’m pretty sure it was still a madhouse for my parents)
My mother would arrange a ‘field trip’ for the Saturday – either the beach or the zoo or some other location, and then Saturday night was game night – either Monopoly or Charades or Pictionary.
On Sunday we would all gather in the kitchen to help her make lunch while dad was outside barbequing, and Sunday evening was always my official birthday party.
My cousins loved it too because my mom always had ‘swag bags’ – which were just ‘party bags’ back then – with goodies and a gift for each of them to take home.
🥳😂

We were dirt poor when I was growing up, so when my high school graduation rolled around, I didn’t plan on going to the dance. But my mom sacrificed and made sure to get those tickets for me and a date.
And she borrowed an old suit from one of my uncles and she had me put it on so she could check all the adjustments that the tailor would need to make for it to fit properly.
Then, about a week before the dance, she told me the tailor called and said the suit was ready to be collected. When we got there, he handed her my uncle’s old suit, and he handed me the brand new suit he had made using my mother’s measurements.
Turns out, she had been slowly saving up for my graduation because she wanted to make sure I was able to have that memory since she hadn’t been able to attend hers.
🥹😍

Do you have a favorite fun and / or funny ‘mom memory’? Feel free to share it with us in the comments. 💞

Until next time …

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