My Momma Used To Say: Mother’s Day Love For The Old School Mama
I learned from my mother that ladies dress like ladies and not like, well, whores. She made sure that things were properly shaved, I wore stockings and a slip, and that she was never EVER able to determine what kind of underwear I was wearing. She taught me to work on the kind of inward beauty that draws people to you rather than attract attention by being scantily clad. I remember when midriffs started becoming really popular amongst my age group; I had this Calvin Klein number that I loved. I’d make sure to pull it as far down as possible when my mother was around, but I must have moved too swiftly one day and my mother caught a glimpse of my bare stomach. If she didn’t almost fall out! She promptly informed me that either my shirt was too short or my pants weren’t high enough. In fact, she added that any pants I owned should cover my navel! My navel???
I can imagine that we’ve all heard older folks talk about the days when they had to be in the house when the street lights came on. Try 1998! I have siblings who are much older than I am, and a couple of nieces who are about the same age as me. One of these nieces came to live with us when she was a preteen. Now, when she became a teenager, my mom gave her a curfew of 10:00 p.m. We were close but different kind of people, so we didn’t always hang out together. She had her friends and I had mine. But, I vividly recall this day we decided to kick it. We had all kind of fun in the sun and made it home in time for “our” curfew. I walked in the house and my mom appeared out of nowhere and hit me with the “just where do you think you’ve been?” I explained that I was with my niece, who’s a year and a half older, and that we weren’t too far away. She promptly read me my rights and informed me that while Trice’s curfew was 10, she fully expected me to be on the block the minute the street lights came on.