My mama hates attention. I’d say it’s one of her defining characteristics. Several times a year, I feel the need to post an ode to her on Facebook. She always says, “I wish you wouldn’t.” These days I mostly try and do what she suggests. But not bragging on her on Mother’s Day? That’s one order I can’t follow.
Folks who’ve only known us in the last few years assume we’ve always been best friends. Yeah. That couldn’t be further from the truth. For the first twenty years of my life, my mama and I did not get along. It was real bad. I was ornery and argumentative.We couldn’t be in a room together for long before the bickering started. Whatever advice she’d give me, I’d do the opposite. Luckily, one day I woke up, grew up, and realized the error of my ways.