M Magicical Mother
Viola Roberts & Wilbur Roberts
Today I am saddened but also glad as I remember my mother Viola (mom) who has been gone from my life for a number of years now.
As my memory reflex’s back on what it was that made her so magical, and special in my life, it is these thoughts that come to mind.
She was always there even when I was sick, setting up all night with me saying, “It’s OK, I’m here.”
She never missed the big ball games in the back yard and always had the final say as to who was safe or out.
Once after playing in the mud and we were covered from head to toe with mud she stripped us boys naked and washed us down with the garden hose in the front yard for everyone to see because she wasn’t going to let us go into her clean house that way.
With frustration and despair she wasn’t afraid to yell at us kids in the grocery store and make us go to the hot car. (Where we would fight and honk the car horn)
Whether it was a wrestling match, football game, or band recital she was there and always said “She wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and meant it.
There have been many times that I went astray and she would have strong words to say, and yet never put me from her heart.
Everyday somehow I feel her ever presence watching and supporting me in every way.
Now I think about my daughter Chala as a new mother stumbling through diaper changes, sleep deprivation, potty training, hurt knees, as she raises my grandson.
What is it that made my mother and other mothers so amazing?
As with a good magic trick the answer is very simple but very true:
Good mothers have patience, firmness, big hearts, and oh yes… a soft lap!







