I realized today I am a lot like my Mama. That’s a good thing mostly. She was the best person I ever knew. I only ever heard her say one bad thing about a person and it was the truth. She wasn’t a saint, but she was kind-hearted and loving.
So what provoked this realization? My hair. I know that’s a weird one. It was for me, too. But I was sitting at work Last night and my hair was bothering me. It’s gotten too long and kept going under my shirt collar. I was ready to scream. I finally found a ponytail holder in my bag and pulled it back. Instant relief! That’s when it hit me. Years ago I would hear Mama talk about the same thing. I always encouraged her to grow her hair out. She would say, “I can’t, Amy! It bothers my neck.” I thought that was weird, but whatever! It was her hair. Now 15 years later I totally get it. It bothers mine, too. There’s this certain spot where when it hits that you are just ready to take the scissors and hack it off.
I smiled, though, at the thought of being like Mama. She was a good woman. I miss her daily. She passed away in 1996 and there hasn’t been a day since her death that I haven’t missed her. A thought of her can make my eyes fill with tears instantly. The picture for this post is really me with Mama when I was 3 and she was 27. So many moons ago. It’s my favorite picture of us. It summed up our relationship. I was always up to something and she just tried to ignore it. See? Mama was a good woman.