Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me and my siblings. Joyce Wilson was not only our mother, but she was also the neighborhood mom. The woman who cooked for all, invited the most troubled kids into our home and made them feel special even if baffled and displeased her children at times. I remember when I was about twelve years old and I had a plethora of boys who would follow me home from school, tease me, pull my hair, not violently but in that adolescent “I have a crush on you” way; my mom thought she had a way to solve it.
I came home one afternoon to find one of my tormentors sitting in our living room with a big stupid grin on his face, and I was horrified, pissed off and confused, my mother on the other hand was quite pleased with herself. I can’t remember the conversation if there even was one, but I remember the day like it was yesterday. What I do remember was I never had a problem with these boys after she invited them one by one into our home for a “chat”.
My mother wore simple house coats around the house and also to sleep. They were made of various polyesters, from brushed back satin to a kind of brushed slightly fuzzy on one side and slick and not so nice on the other side fabric, which I cannot remember the name of. They were not that attractive, and they usually zipped and sometimes snapped but on her they were beautiful. I wish I could see her in them now.
I just discovered Apilat (pictured at top) and OMG, the tulle, the embroidery, the feathers, everything necessary to make any mother feel like the queen that she is…. its probably a better gift from Dad…wink wink
This is a tribute to Joyce Wilson and all the moms out there, nurturing, struggling, juggling, working and playing, I dedicate the song “I’ll Always Love My Mama” by the Intruders.
RIH Joyce!
Peace, and I really really mean that… Tina
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