Give Me The Facts
My 5-year-old granddaughter loves a good story. She will say, “I want a real story,” meaning she wants facts and not fiction. (No fairytale princesses or rainbow unicorns here!) I often share stories about something that happened in my childhood and between those and her 5-year-old repertoire of questions, we can stall bedtime for a good 30 minutes! For our next storytime, I look forward to telling her about my Mom.
My Mama was loving, caring, selfless and genuine. She was a gifted basketball player (began playing for Hanes Hosiery at 18 years old), a loyal and dedicated employee, a super Mom (she helped me build an igloo out of sugar cubes for my school project that made me the envy of the class!) and she was known for her delicious pound cakes.
A slice of pound cake from my Mama was a prize possession. Daddy drove over two hours roundtrip to keep the freezer stocked in real butter from a farm deep in the NC mountains so Mama’s pound cakes had the best ingredients. Mom also used a special butternut flavoring that when baking carried a sweet aroma that would make your mouth water. My Uncle Glenn liked my Mom’s cakes so much that he would barter with her. He prepared the family taxes and she would bake him a pound cake (or two). Mama’s love had no boundaries and her cakes brought joy to all who tasted them.
My Mama’s legacy is not about the sweetness of her pound cakes or the baskets she scored, but the genuine love she shared with others. What I really hope to share during storytime with my granddaughter, Milly, is that my Mama’s love and vibrancy continues through her, her namesake. That’s a fact.
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