This is a photo of my Big Mama who is 84 now and her son Cisro this photo was taken after my Uncle George's funeral. He was her oldest child. Is she wearing the hat or what? Covering up all that beautiful hair!
Today is Saturday and I am sitting here with no plans on doing anything at all except what I am doing. If you have been listening to my Utterz you may have noticed that I had a bit of a problem this Friday with the football team and my daughter Imani dancing with the Diamond Dancers. The entire day was a nightmare as far as I was concerned the minute that I started down the street for Fordyce to attend the game.
So I decided that the best thing for me to do would be to shut it down. By shutting it down I mean stay out of the public eye. Don't answer
the phone unless someone is dead or dying or cut the hell up. I was not answering the phone period. All I wanted was to relax all day and work on my laptop by doing some much needed maintenance.
I worked a bit today on my work at home jobs, then logged out and goofed off all day. I took a two hour bath and sipped flavored water in a champagne glass and read through a couple books with the music playing in the background to some cool R&B sounds of R. Kelly and Chrisette Michelle. It was a blast I tell you.
Then I air dried and put on a sun dress and am chilling around the house cooking my Sunday dinner sliding from one side of the kitchen to the other in houseshoes that sound like they belong to my Big Mamma and not me.
I began to have flash backs of days like this of when I was a child and my grandmother would be in a duster and slippers cooking and cleaning and welcoming folks to the front door and disciplining us and yelling out the back door at her husband, all while another hand was turning chicken in recycled hot grease poured from a coffee can and sweet hot water corn bread on a cook stove that heated still with wood.
I looked down at my sundress and my God I thought I was cute in it. But at that moment that I looked down I saw my feet then flashed to my grandmother's feet in my mind.
I was almost terrified because I was thinking "Hey shouldn't I have slipped into something more youthful like a pair of Candies to click clack across my linoleum floor to give the sundress some sexy and my ass some lift? Should I not have put on some lip gloss or something to remind me that I am not yet forty? Accck or does it matter really?
Sorta kinda because since I live in this part of the country I have slipped on a few things like my attire and I now have officially added to my wardrobe, EveryDay Clothes. (que the skeery music now)
Now I've gone and done it I really have. This can't be happening to me. No,.. not this fast, not now, not when I heard that forty is the new thirty. So then that would officially make me what,,.... 27 right?
It can't be that bad really cause everyone loved Big Mama she feared no one, she was the best cook, she never got sick, she was always home when you came over, you always knew what she would she would be wearing which was the same flowered dress or duster, she always had the same TV show or music on, she always had a plate ready even when you weren't hungry. That was a comforting feeling wasn't it? To know that someone was there to listen and someone that could pray for you and with you? Now if I am going to be a Big Mama, a Madea or Mamma whoever one day those are the qualities I want to have and grow into. Cause one day the sexy ain't gonna matter and I may not care about clicking pumps I may just want to get to the kitchen to make a nice hot meal for the people I love who love me for me and not what I look like on the inside.
So if there is a big mamma in the making in me ...I say "Welcome dear lady come on in"
Til next time
Mamma
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