Joyanna Adams

Dear God: How’s Mom?

Dear God,

It’s Mother’s Day down here, and as you know, you really did yourself proud when you made mothers. And I’m feeling a bit lonesome here because my mother passed away years ago.  She WAS my best friend. God, what mother’s put up with, huh?

By the way, how is she doing up there? Has she managed to run St. Peter’s printing press yet?

I don’t know how many times I went running to her arms, crying over some guy who left me.  More than 2,394 times or more. Poor mom. She would always say the right things. I don’t know how she did it.   Her old standard, “It’s HIS loss you’ll see.”  Worked every time.

And when my own son would come running to me upset about whatever, I’d send him to MY mother, because she just always knew what to say to make things better. I didn’t even bother…she was the best.

I don’t know where she got that talent.  Probably from her mom.

She used to tell me I could practice the drums as much as I wanted, because it put her to sleep. She swore up and down it was true. That’s what mothers do…they lie sometimes.  I learned how to play Gene Krupa just for her. I never told her he was a drug addict.

What mother buys her daughter a piano, when she is 30 years old? She hated the piano. She made me take lessons on the organ when I was a kid. I hated the organ.  But she bought that piano  for me. I was busy trying to raise a son and I certainly didn’t have the money for a real piano.

And to this day, it’s one of my favorite possessions.

Moms. When you have a good one, she is with you forever, you know. We learn who we are from our mothers.  Everyone needs one. Even psychopaths will never talk against their mothers.

Did you know that? Oh..sorry. Of course you did.

I once heard Tom Baker, the actor who played Dr. Who, say that he adored his mother and she adored him back, and none of his other brothers or sisters had a chance. So, it’s true that mother’s have their favorites, and my brother was my mother’s favorite.  And I couldn’t blame her. My brother was the favorite of everyone he ever met. He still is. It’s was just the right combination of DNA.

Shit happens. Sometimes God outdoes himself.

Tom also said that one should never take anything very seriously in life, (outside of illness and hospitals) and I thought that his mother gave him excellent advice.

And I’m trying to do just that right now. Should last…about ten minutes give or take. Because you see, it’s not easy for me…my mother woke up almost every day and acted like the world was ending.  I, of course, got my sharp gloomy outlook from her.

And most every day I fight it. The sun is shining, birds are singing…and then I read the news. And then I see the problems. I simply can’t help it, it’s a gift from my mother.

But, all I have to do is watch the mamma bird outside my window…she is busy, busy, busy, trying to keep her babies all fed.  And somehow, I feel blessed. Blessed that this world is filled with lots of loving mothers. In all species. Really, we don’t think too much about them do we?

So, God, thank you for giving me such a good mother.

She was one of a kind. She was brilliant, hardworking, loving, and the greatest woman I have ever known.

Now…watch her, she cheats at Uno.

May 12, 2013 - Posted by Joyanna Adams | Uncategorized