Today, I am thankful for my mother Rikki Ann Cherry . Her famous words will always be: God will never forsake you. He will meet you right where you stand. She convinced me that I was a ROCK and to never let anything shake me because I am worth more than any worry or heartache. She does a fine job of allowing me to be myself and taught me enough class to make my way. (I still dont follow all the rules, but at least she tried.) Mom’s a cool lady. She told me long ago, to go ahead and get accustomed to the mean and jealous folk -- so I learned to be secure and kind. She told me to never throw the first punch, but to mop the floor with anyone who did. I learned to be a team player and that rising tides raise all ships... but to be very careful in choosing my circle of trust. Mom reminds me to this day, that not everyone has my best interest at heart and to be mindful with our innate open spirits, because there are seemingly trustworthy folk who would love nothing more than to eliminate their competition. I never understood that kind of thinking, so of course, I found my gullible self in many a pickle --- or the whole jar. (Why is she always right?) She gave me confidence through the words she poured into me. She taught me how to resale shop and be precious, and to release others’ opinions because they are of no value. Shes got a mean chili and cornbread recipe and Im still not sure why her sandwiches taste better than the same one I make. I am convinced that she should decorate Christmas trees, make Easter Baskets and Valentines surprises for a living... so many fun, quirky and creative little touches... She always makes every holiday special. She may drive herself crazy piecing it all together, but somehow it always works. Theres no style like hers. Shes different, with no apologies. This woman has been to hell and back and if you’ve got about a years worth of time, she’d love to talk your ear off and tell you her story, which will prolly cause you to vow to never complain again. --and if you’ve got another couple months to spare, she’ll tell you my story, because she’s my biggest fan. Our book will be a top seller. Amongst many others, she introduced me to Patsy Cline, Waylon Jennings, George Strait, Hank Williams Sr. and Jr., The Judds, Willie Nelson, George Jones, ZZ Topp, Eric Clapton and Janet Jackson (Ms. Jackson if you’re Nasty) – and she let me rewind my cassette tapes in the car over and over and over again without slowing down to 20 and sending me and my Mariah Carey tape on a tuck-and-roll in the ditch of Eldridge Rd. To top it off; she embraced Kid Rock and Nelly and actually owns a pair of Air Force Ones because she’s just rad. She makes the best iced tea and coffee. Ive never slept better than when Im with her and I love the way I feel when Im at home. She inspired me to make my home into a safe haven. She doesnt judge--- unless youre an ass-jack... but then its just obvious that youre an ass-jack --so theres that. If you need a bath, or a place to lay your head, or a glass of tea, or you want to eat some peanut butter and crackers or need to take a nap in the sweetest, softest sheets-- Just do it. We dont stand on ceremony and we dont bicker about little bullshit. Her unspoken set of guidelines seem to be enough to make things easy and cool. Disrespect is disrespectful.... Its real simple. We may be nuttier than fruitcakes, but you will never be more at peace than when youre here as long as you have a lick of sense. I am so glad I learned to set boundaries because of her, and stand firm in them even though it’s painful sometimes. It’s tough to release the responsibility of others feelings in order to remain healthy, as opposed to poisoned and manipulated. The woman. Is. Funny. –Shes downright hilarious. Shes got classic and timeless catch phrases such as, nine days older than dirt, worthless as tits on a boar hog, colder than a witches tit, sharp as a tack, smart as a whip (after a long day, it may be smart as a tack or sharp as a whip but they work just fine) Eighty bricks shy of a load, wound up like an eight-day clock, pipe down, thats the way the mops gonna flop, “water off a ducks back”, ya better sweep around your own back porch before you worry about somebody elses, not the sharpest tool in the shed, not poppin on all eights, when monkeys fly, hes not just gonna have a cow; hes gonna have a whole farm, dumber than a box of rocks, “you can count your true friends on one hand”, “I will snatch that weave right out of your head”, shits gonna hit the fan , you watch what I tell ya and my all-time favorite, “your momma didnt raise a fool.” I am thankful for a woman who raised another strong woman in tough circumstances. She knows me better than anyone and reminds me of my worth. She reminds me that I have a Father in heaven who has the master plan and thats about the only thing I can count on with exception to her love for us. Were not perfect, and thats okay. She did the best she could with what she knows and I am thankful that she taught me to see through all of the grey, so things are black and white. And thats how we deal the cards. Take it or leave it. --Black and white, hold the sugar-coat. (Heres where she would say, if you dont like it... Tough sh*t. I love being a chameleon. Dumb as a fox. Backwoods East Texas folk... With big, pearly white grins. :) I know which fork to use at a black tie dinner with the President (not Obama, cause Id prolly up-chuck a $10,000 per-plate meal on his $1,000 shoes) and I can share a meal with a bum on the street, because she showed me how to love people. Some may not agree with her parenting style, or her choices or how we operate. But I rest assured and feel confident in my decision to refrain from apology for being REAL. We dont pretend to be something were not. Shes got my back. And if you put forth a little effort; shes got yours too. And shes right. She didnt raise a fool. Thank you mom.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 05:43:25 +0000
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