More Like My MamaJan 13th, 2011 | By Jacob | Category: Editorials
In more ways than one, I am like my mother and I hope that I have her best qualities.
Mama loved her family. I love the family, too, although I don’t have Mama’s patience and understanding. I worry about family members, like she worried over us. I do anything I can to help them, but there is something about mothers that sons can’t inherit. The patience and understanding have to be developed over time, although it may seem as if it will kill us sometimes.
Another thing that I know that I didn’t inherit from Mama was her cooking skills. I remember that she used to complain because she didn’t think she could fry chicken as well as others. The chicken was delicious, though. She also made the best cubed steak around and people loved to eat biscuits that Mama cooked. During the winter, I loved eating mustard greens that Mama made.
I remember Mama working into the wee hours of the morning and then coming home and having to get my sister, Abbie, off to catch the school bus for Gretchen Everhart School, a special school Abbie attended in Tallahassee.
I remember Mama’s laugh and how she enjoyed reading books. She would read a book or I would read one and we would tell the other about it. If Mama’s reviews were favorable, I would read the book. If they weren’t, I would just let it slide. Mama would do the same thing if I liked or disliked a book.
Like my mama, I will put off going to the doctor when I need to. Mama had done that before she had a stroke on her birthday and Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 26, 1998.
This Sunday, Jan. 16, will mark 12 years since she died. Although I miss her, she’s in Heaven with Our Savior and she is enjoying life eternal. That gift awaits everyone who truly believes in his or her heart that Jesus died for their sins and was resurrected and ascended into Heaven to be with God, the Father. If you have not, accept Jesus as your Savior and let His Holy Spirit dwell in your heart.
Also, read the Bible so that you will know how to follow Him. My mama read the Bible through several times, especially in the year before she died.