ERGO 2| A tribute to momma joj

Reluctantly mulling over the posts I could write in my tiny little satchel of drafts, I’m pulling from an archive of sorts…this post was originally typed but a few weeks ago and hand written in a book my sisters and I created for my mom as her retirement gift. I’ve chosen not to make a sad attempt at re-creating the square-shaped wheel…ERGO, here I choose to share my heart with you.

As I grasped your finger moments after I was born, did I know that this would be one of the most valued relationships I would ever experience? Did the sound of your voice and the way you say your S’s warm my spirit as it does now? Did I breathe in deep breaths just to inhale the soft smell of honeysuckle as you rocked me underneath the elephant picture? Did I watch your mouth as you spoke and take in the beauty of your mannerisms just as I did when you would read Hind’s Feet on High Places to me? Did I know that these would be the best memories that stick to the corners of my mind like a ribbon holding together a gift?
As I snuck into your room late at night after daddy fell asleep, did I know that as I tried to synchronize our breathing that I re-defined home to a feeling and not a location?
As I clung to you in the swimming pool from the moment you got in until our fingers pruned, did I recognize the impact that had on the way I communicate love?
When you accepted my best friend as family, enough to proceed to adopt her as our own, did I see this was a reflection of your love for me?
When you would send us back to a recently cleaned room to scan it with “mother’s eyes”, did I know how it would reflect in the way I keep my home now?
As I rebelled against everything I knew was right, did I realize there was unconditional love ringing in my heart a melody, calling me back home?
When I sat with my head in your lap crying over lost love and betrayal, did I know your hand through my hair was my string of hope?
As I prayed with you to give my heart, soul, mind, spirit and all that I am to Jesus, did I realize that your immediate forgiveness was the escort to that surrendering prayer?
When I’d call you to virtually place your hand on my head when I was sick or pray with me when I felt stuck in a cult, did I know then that your voice was my guide to perseverance and hope?
When you walked with me down the aisle, did I recognize that your love for my daddy was the strongest example in leading me to love my husband completely and unreservedly?
As I write this letter to celebrate your retirement, am I in tears, recognizing the impact your life, love, endurance, faith, hope and spirit have on my life, choices and character?
YES!

Momma joj, you are my mother and my best friend.
I RISE AND CALL YOU BLESSED.
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8 thoughts on “ERGO 2| A tribute to momma joj

  1. Yep…i’m so in love w/ my momma joj! she’s my best friend…and it’s incredibly spooky when we think/say/do the exact same thing at the exact same time…even our delayed responses to jokes makes us look at each other and say, “wha????”

  2. Oh Rachel, your welcome…i think. I reservedly posted this b/c of the way it made me feel exposed and vulnerable…your comment made me realize it was worth it. thanks, rachel.

    Welcome to me.com, birgit!! I’m glad you enjoyed my tour of memories w/ my mom! I’m glad you “stopped by”!

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