My mom, Freda Pout
Mother's Day is just a few days away, so instead of "writing about writing", I'm going to do something a little different.
I've been thinking about my mom a lot lately, as I'm sure a lot of people have. Not everyone had a kiss the boo-boos, home made cookies kind of mom, but I believe an awful lot of us did. If you didn't have a great relationship with your mom, I won't pretend I know what you went through. Mother's Day can't be easy.
For now, I want to focus on the "good" moms, which I honestly believe is the majority. Like most of you, I have great memories of my mother. So many, in fact, I really don't know where to start.
One thing I remember is her baking pies. She was an expert pie maker, a skill handed down from her own mother. It runs in the family, because I've recently found out some cousins are also expert pie makers. All of her pies were delicious, but her best was her coconut cream. People used to ask her to make it for them. She made it all from scratch, crust included. My mom wins for making the best coconut pie. Your mom can have the blue ribbon for beef stew, sugar cookies, maybe even chocolate pie, but not coconut cream pie. Nope. That ribbon goes to my mom. Forget about it.
I'm not quite sure what made her pie so special. Maybe it's because her hands touched the crust when she rolled it out. It could be because she had an uncanny ability to know exactly when to pull the filling off the stove as it thickened. Maybe it was the smile on her face when she took the pie out of the oven, seeing the perfectly browned flakes of coconut and meringue peaks.
Mom is no longer here, but her memory is alive and well. This has been said many times, but it's worth repeating. If you still have your mom, hug her. Tell her you love her. Call her if she's far away. Let her know you appreciate her. Your time with her will be over before you realize it.
Feel free to leave me a note and tell me why your mom is or was special.
If you're a mother yourself, Happy Mother's Day!