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And to all you MOMS out there! Happy Mother's Day!
A Mother's Day Wish by Shellie Rushing Tomlinson
Heads up: Margaret McSweeney deserves a medal, or at least a
commendation for giving everyone a much deserved Mother’s Day rest. Okay, y’all
can be seated. I’m glad you agree, but you’re supposed to be taking a load off,
remember? Oh, and full disclosure—Margaret didn’t know I was going to say that
so I hope she leaves it in, and no, I didn’t do it just because I’m
ridiculously nostalgic about the theme of her community, although I am. As the Belle
of All Things Southern, one who is southern to the bone, I have a thing
about pearls.
When I was a teenager, add-a-pearl necklaces were all the
rage. They may not be as wildly popular anymore as they were back in the day
but I still say they’ll always be a classic concept: a gift of a single pearl
on a dainty chain given with the intentions of adding other pearls on important
holidays and special occasions. Today, I see add-a-pearls as a beautiful reminder
of the accumulated wisdom we learn from our mamas. Oh, sure, we snicker
as young girls because not all of their advice strikes us as useful and some of
it seems positively fossilized, but hopefully, over time and with the Father’s
blessing, we gain enough perspective to see that these mama-isms—the important
values and the silly little lagniappe— are all increasing in value with the
years. By the way, that’s my Mother’s Day wish for each of you, that we’d
each take the time and the responsibility to thread these precious heirlooms
into treasures worthy of bequeathing to the next generation. Mother’s Day...
May I be honest? I’m looking ahead to the annual celebration
with somewhat mixed emotions. I’m not feeling very Mother of the Year. Instead
of cooking dinner for my most deserving mama and enjoying her company, instead
of reveling in the love of my husband, kids, and grands, (known as the Baby
Czars of All Things Southern), I’ll be on the road, touring with my latest book
“Sue
Ellen’s Girl Ain’t Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy.” I’ve got Mama’s gift
bought, wrapped, and ready to be delivered by my beloved hubby, and my grown
kids understand that I didn’t choose the release date, but the facts
remain: I won’t be there. (Shameless plugs time, anyone? My daughter
blogs at Kitchen
Belleicious and is raising funds to build an orphanage in Rwanda at Shelter
a Child http://www.shelterachild.com/
and my daughter-in-law celebrates the daily details of getting to know the Holy
One at Providence, http://providence-carey.blogspot.com).
I won’t get to enjoy Mama tickling the ivory from the piano bench of Melbourne
Baptist Church
But, then, I mentioned mixed emotions earlier, didn’t I?
Well, before some sweet soul cues the violin music, perhaps I should lighten up
and come clean on what Mr. Harvey would call “the rest of the story.” It
so happens that while the 8th of May will find me miles from home, it’ll also
find me in Savannah, Georgia where I’ve secured myself a little reservation at
that famous establishment belonging to Mrs.
Paula Deen, the Queen of Southern Cooking. Indeed, y’all, I’ll be suffering
for Jesus at The Lady and Sons. I know. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do
it.
Regardless of where you spend it, I wish you each a Happy
Mother’s Day. I’d love to think that everyone reading my words had a mother
like mine, a woman of faith who taught me from childhood of the Risen Savior
who saves souls and anchors lives. But, dear reader, if that’s not your past, I
hope you know it can be your future. I pray you’ll be the one that begins such
a legacy, and that you’ll be moved to start building that heritage today.
I’d love to see y’all on the road somewhere. Watch for me,
and I’ll watch for you. I’ll be the one with an empty glass of sweet tea
looking, always looking, for a refill.
Hugs,
Shellie
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, known as the Belle of All
Things Southern is a radio host, columnist, author, speaker and founder of the
All Things Southern online community, www.allthingssouthern.com. She
loves meeting, greeting, laughing and learning with the whole wide world or as
many who wander her way. Shellie once dreamed of writing great important things
that changed the world, only once she started writing the world grinned and
christened her a humorist. Shellie saw this as a problem at first, until she
discovered that the laughter softens hearts, builds relationships, and invites
her into people’s hurting hearts where she can share her own, which is exactly
where she wanted to be all along. Look for Shellie’s latest book, Sue Ellen’s
Girl Ain’t Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy wherever fine books are sold.
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