I love children, flowers, and conversation. I don’t watch tv and I don’t iron. I am tender hearted and hard headed.
I believe in marriage, foster children, and adoption. Despite that fact, I have failed at all of them. I do not regret anything I have attempted and, of course, there are things that I would do differently.
Thirty days ago I didn’t know much about a podcast. Things have changed. I obviously don’t know much about a blog either, but I have a precious baby girl who is loyal to her mother.
I love being Southern, at least in the mindset of all that is good. Relationships are the best and it all began with my Aunt Genevieve. She lovingly called me by my middle name of Suzette my entire life. She was my dad’s baby sister. She spoke her own language-Genevievian. It was tons of small phrases followed with laughter. I try to speak it with my close friends whenever possible.
A funny story was always preceded by “Don’t laugh, Suzette”, and I knew that I was about to. I would love to share the best of us with you as well.
Especially to not just one, but 3 young girls- ages 10, 7 and 4.
Sometimes it took 3 jobs.
You waited tables, cut hair, and worked at the garment plant.
You hung up sheets and lived out of one room with a space heater.
You walked in the woods and cut down a skimpy Christmas tree. It was so skinny it wouldn’t stay in the stand. You used bricks to prop it up and it fell every time, so you finally stapled it to the wall.
Just a few years before, you were Junior Miss WBHS.
You probably had no idea what life was about to send your way.
Through it all, you would be kind to those who faced hardships along with you.
You would stop at the food bank and deliver it to local households.
No one was watching. You did it because it was the right thing to do.
Throughout your lifetime, you continued.
From local group homes to the Bibb County jail, you have been a mother to those without one.
You have spent your check on simple things like socks and underwear because you know how good those feel to someone without family and money.
You may even be seen buying spices at our local Wal-Mart to make bland jail food taste better.
In titles, you have been the jailer, the cook, and the transporter.
But in life, you have been the hero.
You have been called in to talk to inmates who would not listen.
But they would listen to you. They saw that you truly cared.
You have even been the recipient of someone’s one phone call from jail.
They used it not to ask you to bail them out. They instead called to tell you they were sorry for how they acted and thank you for what you have done for them.
Kindness is so much greater when it is done for those who can give nothing in return.
You don’t even know I am writing this, I did not interview you.
When Candi messaged me, I was more than happy to do a story about you.
After all, you have been a mother to me too.
You set a wonderful example of how to love not only your own children, but everyone.
I am sure that behind closed doors, there were many times with tears and prayers and despair.
But on the other side of that wall, three little girls were paying attention.
And that is all that matters in life, when you know that whatever comes your way, you have a Momma that will do whatever it takes…
A few years ago, I dreamed of this wonderful job. I could share the people I love with the world.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt silly. No one would want to hear what I have to say.
I didn’t think anything else about it and then a few years later, I started a blog.
The first person I wanted to tell everyone about was Mrs. Mary Ann.
I don’t know why I never did.
And then we have an announcement recently at church, Mrs. Mary Ann and Brother Bill are selling their home and moving back to their “happy place”.
I am happy for them, I am just sad for me. Their happy place is a few states away.
Their home was just like them.
Mother Nature would be proud.
Simple, earthy, and crafted.
If you were invited over, you felt honored.
It was magical.
I think it was because you could see their love and handiwork in everything.
When I had surgery years ago, they arrived that evening with a meal featuring a mixed berry pie for dessert. Back then, most people would not volunteer to feed my large family. It was very appreciated and still the best pie I have ever eaten.
Mrs. Mary Ann is everything I have ever wanted to be. I love her beauty and sense of style. She marches to the beat of her own drum.
When others have walked away from me, she has come over and encouraged. A compliment from her heals my soul.
Always a good sport. After all, I have accidentally spilled not one, but two gallons of sweet tea on her.
She changed into a pair of my yoga pants and rocked on in good humor.
And her husband is just as sweet.
A simple smile and a nod of his head always welcomes you.
After he retired, he devoted himself to teaching recovering addicts a trade.
I just love them.
And I have always admired them for their anonymous good deeds.
I hope North Carolina knows how blessed it is to have you.
And for the time I and my family have had you both in our lives, I can think of nothing better to say than Brother Bill’s own words,
“We are so truly thankful.”
We love you and miss you already.
Enjoy your happy place. I can think of no two people who deserve it more.