It was Mother’s Day (May 10) and it was a great time to tell your mom how much you appreciate her. If she is no longer living it is a great time to reflect on good times or fond memories.
The preacher said today if your mom has passed there are several ways to honor your mom. One way is to talk about them often. Another is carry-on a favorite tradition. Or plant a tree or something living in their honor.
You can create a legacy project like albums or such. Another thing I like to do is release balloons with a note tied to them in her honor. When Jesus was in pain dying on the cross he asked them to take care of his mom. The preacher also said your mom’s prayers may have very well saved your life.
My sister said, “My Mom sewed wonderful outfits and she didn’t say everything she was thinking.” The other sister said, “Mom was an excellent example of a Christian mother and that she had the patience of Job.” That was one thing I didn’t inherit—patience. One favorite memory as a young kid was Mom taking us kids to Woodward to buy groceries and shop. She would always say we have got to hurry home.
Often, we would buy bologna and bread. She would take the heel of the bread loaf and use it as a knife if we bought mayonnaise. If not, the sandwich was dry, Mom would hiccup all the way home. We were lucky to have the mom we had as I hardly ever saw her mad.
I buy calves for a gal who is single and her and I tease each other all the time. This past week I bought her some calves and wrote on the envelope her name and then put “my next wife.” Her Dad has a good sense of humor, so he saw the envelope and sent a picture of what I wrote back to me on my phone.
Then I responded, “Lucky you.” He said, “Could you throw in 25 bucks?” I said, maybe “What are her good traits?” He said, “I will have to get back with you on that.” Then he said, “by the way the feed pickup she drives doesn’t go with her.” I said, “Dang that might blow the deal. But I thought I was moving there in fact we could move in with you.” He said. “Yea that thought will probably blow the deal.”
So I guess I am stuck here by myself.
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman and grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
