[Momma's Kids]

Today is sho a blessed day!! What's that, why is it a blessed day? Why child everyday should be considered a blessed day. You have blessings you don't even know bout. Look Mrs. Wikkins...groucher than a porcupine with its quills turned inside out. Just can't see the good in anything...not those fine children she has, nor those grandkids they gave her.

She's just livin her life like scrooge at Christmas time. Her oldest bought her that house, and makes sure she don't have to clean nor cook. She has a gardner to take care of all her yard. Her kids come visit twice a week, ya can set yer watch by the time they arrive and leave. Yep, they do the shopping, take her to church on Sundays...I bet she ain't moved that car in over a year.
Wouldn't you agree that she is shorely blessed, or is she.

She has all she needs except independence. Her kids think they are doing what is best for their ma...truth is, she would rather do it for herself. Mrs. Wikkins is sixty four years old and her health is good, there's plenty she could do for herself. Only those kids that love her so much have taken away her driver's license...woman ain't never had so much as a door dent at the grocer.
They have a gardner to look after the roses, she planted and grew, along with all those beautiful gardenias, tulips and lillies. She kept that house dust free until they hired someone else to do the cleaning. She cooked every Sunday dinner those kids ate until they hired someone to do that also.

Still, she is blessed that she has kids that care...she needs to tell them she can still do fer herself. Yep shore as rain is wet, people take things fer granted. After doc Dibbins told her she had a chronic illness, not life threatening, but it can be dibilitating...those kids took her independence. Well, I reckon on rabbits runnin that I would be a grouch too if that happened. You know though...sometimes, she still sneaks in the kitchen and bakes those big ole pound cakes. Yep, and she always tells the cook to bring it over, that ole cook thinks he's bringin clothes to be ironed. He might can cook, but he is sho nuff dumber than a dead duck on a dinner plate...why would you send yo laundry next door when ya got a cleanin lady?

Maybe he knows and jest keeps his mouth shut, cause he knows how much joy it brings her...grouch, yeah, blessed, yeah. Ya can't but feel fer someone in that position, people trying to do what's best, but they jest keeping the joy outta a person. I think about that when I meet a person looks like they jest ate a persimmon...ya never know what's goin on, so its best to give em yer best smile, whether they smile back or not.

Blessins come in different forms, becareful of blessin somebody too much...they might already have all they need.

[Twinkletoes]

Oh, Momma, you shore does tell a fine story 'bout yo' pore naighbor lady. Ain't nevah heard a such a thing as children bein' so overprotective as them. Guess they do mean well, tho'.

I jest got back from eatin' suppah with the Senior Citizens. Them cooks shore did fix a nice pineapple downside up cake! Haven't et one in yeahs!

My dear ole pappy picked me up en his jalopy and dang near scared the breakfast outta me!

It twarnt so bad getting there, but when we left, he pulls out into the wrong lane of traffek and we jest sat there, waiting to mosey on ovah to the other side of the street.

Well... them cars wuz havin' tah swerve into the othah lane to avoid smackin' us. Criminitley! Haven't had that heart-pumping serge of adrenalin sence the last time I rode on the rollah coastah at the County Fair!!!

Pappy will have his 95th birthdey partey in about 2 weeks. Me and my brothurs are gettin' him a high-fallutin' big ole screen tellevishun. And throwin him not one, but TWO parties! But, shhhhh! It's a secrit!

One partey is quite a long spell from this heah country life, clear into the big ole city of Salt Lake. That's where all our kin live.

The othur partey is 2 days latah heah at the church, so all the local yokels ken come have some vittels and kingradulate him on gettin' to be so old!

Momma, does you know how to live to be one hundred yeahs old? Heer's the secrit: First, ya make it to 99, and then ...


...be verry verry keerful!!! Yeehaw!

[TwoKidsTwoCats]

Oh Momma, if ya only knew how many fond memories ya just stirred up with your story.

My little hometown version was Ms Cotton... her hubby died and her kids treated her like she was fragile china. It took a few years and some prodding from my dad to get her to stand up and tell her kids no. She finally assumed responsibility for herself and at 90 something she still runs circles around her peers and children!

Funny thing, I can remember daddy saying she looked like a possum that had sucked on a green persimmon .

[SandyC]

Momma? Did you git up in my old haid? You sho nuff make one think real hard about sum thangs. Ya got me a thankin' maybe ima doin' this to my ma. Sheesh willikins woman! Gitonoutta heer! lol

[Momma's Kids]

Twink...I sho nuff am glad ya'll made it in one piece...95 if a fine old age and I hope he lives to see many more Bdays...tell him to have a happy one.
Just for fun, take him to see the younger gals and let him whistle at a few...my dad tells me that is what keeps him young. lol He just celebrated his 87 and my grandmother will celebrate her 100th Sept. 13.

She gets around better than I most days and worries herself to no end about my health. You can learn a lot from folks that have lived through the depression, things their parents told them, and how much has changed. All ya have to do is listen!! Bet your dad thought all those people were driving crazy. lol

Sandy...ask her what she wants and if it is within reason...let it be. Put yourself in her place, now, its your kids instead of you. How would you want things?

Parents are often stronger than we think...I believe the only reason Mrs Wikkins doesn't say anything, she loves her kids so much, she would shrivel up before hurtin their feelings. lol

[sabimax]

HUGSSS Momma...thanks so very much...hugsss gonna go snuggle the youngens...hugss,sarah