I remember you, Mommy. Standing for hours over a hot stove - pressing & curling the hair of your three nappy-headed little girls, when I know you’d rather have been sitting on the porch with a cold glass of Kool-Aid. Listening to some Nancy. Or Dionne. Or maybe even some Miles. Relaxing.
You didn’t have to do it, Mommy. A lot of the mothers on our block didn’t – but you did. Because you loved us. Because of you, I’ve always said my daughter’s hair (if I’d had one) would always be done. Now, she may be dressed like a little tomboy – but her hair would be laid! Thanks, Mommy, for the lesson.
And Happy Mother’s Day !
What’s your favorite memory of your mom?
art credit: “Dixie Peach” by Varnette Honeywood








