Mom
this past week i have been talking so much about my mom! it's unusual to me. everywhere i've went so far and everyone i have had contact with has heard something about my mom, it usually goes along the lines of "i have the best mom ever". yeah i know, there's a lot of opposition to this statement, but really i do have the best mom ever. and there are tons of reasons, here are some of them:
1. most recently, we came back from history maker (youth convention) and she had this whole spread of dinner for me (and my sister), she'd been cooking like crazy like important people were coming over, and all for me (and my sister). most importantly she made chicken curry, which i absolutely love (yes the same curry that stained my beloved sweatpants), and it was the best in the world, as usual. and she even made paisam (a semolina based dessert)! yeah, and it was all for me.
2. i can talk to her about anything!, no, seriously, ANYTHING. including "anything" (wink wink nudge nudge). and she has this great way of keeping this mom presence and giving mom advice without crossing the "friend" line- cause a mom that's your friend is just a friend, and who needs another friend? i personally prefer mom- and my mom is totally that mom that doesn't cross the line but isn't so far back that she can't see it.
3a. she's got a great figure. those of you who have seen my mom can totally testify to this. she's got this wonderful round face, that i've inherited, the chubbiest plumpest cheeks not even a baby could compare to, and a fully huggable body. you just wrap your arms around and get lost in her roundness. she's the perfect mom size, not too tall that you have to be on tippy toes to give her a kiss, and not to short that she slips out from beneath you as you hug her. tall enough to just see the top of her head between the racks when we go shopping, and short enough so that we can see eye to eye.
3b/4a. she looks mom-tabulous in a saree. yeah skinny chicks can pull of looking good, but you're not mom-tabulously good looking till you're my mom.
4. she knows how to pick a saree. she knows when those "india town" people are trying to sell her kanchipuram when it's really just banglore silk. she's got taste, what can i say? (however, in the area of "western fashion" she's lacking just a little, but we're working on that... seriously, she now officially owns a pair of wide-leg, uncuffed trousers!)
5. she can cook. oh does she cook. when she hears that people are coming over, she cooks a storm. and she never complains that she has to do it, she just does, and most of the time i think she enjoys it- not just because she gets to spend time with me (though that is sufficient reason in itself) but because she actually likes to cook for others and hear and see their reactions to the bounty and the unmatched taste that she is able to achieve. and she always seems to know what the rest of us want, without telling her what i crave or want for dinner, she'll know, and she'll go the extra mile to find plantains in the dead of winter.
6. she's so happy. always a smile. always has a laugh ready any moment. she's always got a sarcastic comment to make. my favourite is when we see a girl walking down the street or in the mall wearing a short skirt my mom says "aww, i feel so sorry that she doesn' t have enough money to buy the rest of that skirt. i feel as though i need to go by her some cloth". and when i get really stressed/frustrated/angry/tense she has some comment to make about my attitude that just makes me laugh. along with happiness she's content, with were she is, what she has, and everything around her.
7. her faith. there is nothing like a mother's faith. her constant and unceasing belief that God WILL provide, God has a reason, and God knows. there is nothing like a mother's prayer for her children. whenever my mom prays (and any mom) i know something goes on in the heavens that makes God turn to everyone around Him and say "alright this one's from a mom, we can't say no, so start working". everytime i pray with my mom (or hear a mother's prayer) i'm always brought to tears by the faith that holds up that prayer. there is no doubt in a mother's mind about the ability of God to provide. i will forever be in awe of my mother's prayers rooted in purity, love, and strength. if i can grow up to have half of the faith in God that my mom has in Him now, i will be blessed. when anyone else says "pray about it" it means "pray about it", but when mom says "pray about it" you know stuff is going to happen.
in closing, the only word to describe mom....mom.
i love my mom/mommy/ma/mamma/mamalah
1. most recently, we came back from history maker (youth convention) and she had this whole spread of dinner for me (and my sister), she'd been cooking like crazy like important people were coming over, and all for me (and my sister). most importantly she made chicken curry, which i absolutely love (yes the same curry that stained my beloved sweatpants), and it was the best in the world, as usual. and she even made paisam (a semolina based dessert)! yeah, and it was all for me.
2. i can talk to her about anything!, no, seriously, ANYTHING. including "anything" (wink wink nudge nudge). and she has this great way of keeping this mom presence and giving mom advice without crossing the "friend" line- cause a mom that's your friend is just a friend, and who needs another friend? i personally prefer mom- and my mom is totally that mom that doesn't cross the line but isn't so far back that she can't see it.
3a. she's got a great figure. those of you who have seen my mom can totally testify to this. she's got this wonderful round face, that i've inherited, the chubbiest plumpest cheeks not even a baby could compare to, and a fully huggable body. you just wrap your arms around and get lost in her roundness. she's the perfect mom size, not too tall that you have to be on tippy toes to give her a kiss, and not to short that she slips out from beneath you as you hug her. tall enough to just see the top of her head between the racks when we go shopping, and short enough so that we can see eye to eye.
3b/4a. she looks mom-tabulous in a saree. yeah skinny chicks can pull of looking good, but you're not mom-tabulously good looking till you're my mom.
4. she knows how to pick a saree. she knows when those "india town" people are trying to sell her kanchipuram when it's really just banglore silk. she's got taste, what can i say? (however, in the area of "western fashion" she's lacking just a little, but we're working on that... seriously, she now officially owns a pair of wide-leg, uncuffed trousers!)
5. she can cook. oh does she cook. when she hears that people are coming over, she cooks a storm. and she never complains that she has to do it, she just does, and most of the time i think she enjoys it- not just because she gets to spend time with me (though that is sufficient reason in itself) but because she actually likes to cook for others and hear and see their reactions to the bounty and the unmatched taste that she is able to achieve. and she always seems to know what the rest of us want, without telling her what i crave or want for dinner, she'll know, and she'll go the extra mile to find plantains in the dead of winter.
6. she's so happy. always a smile. always has a laugh ready any moment. she's always got a sarcastic comment to make. my favourite is when we see a girl walking down the street or in the mall wearing a short skirt my mom says "aww, i feel so sorry that she doesn' t have enough money to buy the rest of that skirt. i feel as though i need to go by her some cloth". and when i get really stressed/frustrated/angry/tense she has some comment to make about my attitude that just makes me laugh. along with happiness she's content, with were she is, what she has, and everything around her.
7. her faith. there is nothing like a mother's faith. her constant and unceasing belief that God WILL provide, God has a reason, and God knows. there is nothing like a mother's prayer for her children. whenever my mom prays (and any mom) i know something goes on in the heavens that makes God turn to everyone around Him and say "alright this one's from a mom, we can't say no, so start working". everytime i pray with my mom (or hear a mother's prayer) i'm always brought to tears by the faith that holds up that prayer. there is no doubt in a mother's mind about the ability of God to provide. i will forever be in awe of my mother's prayers rooted in purity, love, and strength. if i can grow up to have half of the faith in God that my mom has in Him now, i will be blessed. when anyone else says "pray about it" it means "pray about it", but when mom says "pray about it" you know stuff is going to happen.
in closing, the only word to describe mom....mom.
i love my mom/mommy/ma/mamma/mamalah
posted by tyna at Friday, May 27, 2005
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