""'A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie"."
Author: Tenneva Jordan
The Mommy here......
My Mona and Weenie have given me the one thing that matters most to me for Mother's Day.....their LOVE. I need nothing more.
I would like to share a story about my Mother.
My mother was the sweetest and kindest woman in the world. She loved her girls with a passion and we could do no wrong in her eyes. It wasn't just us girls but all children. Mama couldn't stand to see a child being neglected, so she began taking in neighborhood kids that needed a little extra love and attention. Many were children of single mothers or just kids dumped like rubbish on our Catholic church's doorsteps. I remember many nights going to bed with my sister, Pam, and waking up with another child in bed with us. There was a room at the back of our house that was wall to wall beds with just a little space to walk between the beds. It was my favorite room in the house. It was a place of magic, where all the kids whispered secrets and told scary stories and knew they were all safe.
I guess Mama was what now is called a foster. The church would call Mama and ask her if she had room for " another one" and she never ever said no. Daddy would say he never knew how may kids he'd come home too after work and fuss about how hard it was to feed 4 kids much less the whole neighborhoods. Being a good proper Italian family, you didn't eat supper until the head of the family, the father came home. I was around 6 years old or so when I remember Daddy saying "''We can't be feeding all these kids all the time" , then sitting down at the table with all those other kids hanging back. Then Daddy said ''""""What are you kids doing, come sit down, it's time to eat!"
So my mother & father became Mama & Papa Ricca to all the kids that came to their door. Some would stay overnight while their mothers worked, some a few days, a few weeks or however long it took. Some never left. The only son Daddy ever had was a boy, named Richard, that Mama took in when he was 3 years old and stayed when his birth mother never came back.
Sometimes I think back on those days so long ago and wonder why my Mother did what she did. She had a heart as big as Texas and I am proud to have been her daughter.
Mona & Weenie here.....
Mommy is crying now, so we are taking our blog back. Mama Ricca left Mommy in 1986 less than 13 months after Papa Ricca died. They had been married 44 years and had 4 girls of their own and helped raise so many children Mommy can't even remember how many. Yesterday Mommy saw a story that touched her heart and thought what better way to show ""A Mother's Love" Click on the link below.
Happy Mother's Day
from Mona, Weenie and the Mommy