Saturday, May 10, 2008

A Hard Head Makes a Soft...

It was always a similar speech before momma left to go to work.

“I want this apartment cleaned up before I come home from work tonight. If it ain’t clean, y’all can forget about going outside this weekend. Calvin, I want you to cook tonight – just throw on some hotdogs and beans and don’t eat the whole pack. You get two hotdogs a piece. Stevie, it’s your turn to do those dishes tonight. I want my kitchen cleaned! Maurice, I want you to get in there and clean up that back room. It don’t make no sense how nasty it is. You should be ashamed of yourself.

After that, I want you to vacuum in the living room, and stay out of my living room after you finish. I don’t want y’all playing around in this apartment either. I mean no running, jumping, sliding, and especially no crashing! If I come back home tonight and find anything cracked, I’m cracking some butt. If I find anything chipped, split, or cut, I’m doing the same thing to your butt. You got me! I said, you got me!

“Yes, momma,” we all said with bowed heads as we walked her towards the door.

“Go ahead and get started on what I told you to do. When you finish y’all can go outside, but I want you back on this front when the street lights come on, you hear me?”

By this time, momma was two flights down as her voice echoed in the hallway.

We echoed back, “Okay, momma. See you tonight.”

Afterwards, we all looked at each and thought about everything momma said.

“Well, we better get started if we want to go outside,” Maurice said. “Shut up momma’s boy!” Calvin and Stevie shouted as they chased Maurice around the apartment with the sofa pillow.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mommas and Big Mommas. We love you. Enjoy your day. Peace~


Christina said...

I love it! I'm laughing and crying at the same time over here.
So true :)

Rent Party said...

Great story - "especially no crashing" - ! :-)

Patric Tariq Mellet said...

Thanks for the message left on my blog (Cape Slavery Heritage) Stephen. Thanks too for your mothers day story. Makes me think of my late mother, she would've just turned 90 years. At her funeral, as a tribute, I read out Langston Hughes poem "Son, life aint been no crystal stair". I always go back and read it on days like this. Go well brother. Thanks too for your inspirational blogsite.

Stephen Bess said...

lol! That's good. Does it remind you of someone?

Thanks and how are you?

Thank you so much for coming to visit. Your site is wonderful! The history is wonderful. I just love the whole feel of the place. God bless you and the memory of your dear mother. Peace~

Lovebabz said...

Oh Stepehen Bess,
We must have had the same Momma! I heard her voice so clearly in your post! Thank you for this. My Momma has passed on and I swear this is one of the best Mother's Day Posts I have read! I knew you felt like my Brother and now I know why!

Truth be told, I hear myself in this post too! LOL!

Faith said...

Beautiful post Stephen! It made me smile. I always knew you were a trouble maker, even as a kid ;)
Have a great day!

Stephen Bess said...

That's cool. I'm happy that I can give you pleasant memories of your mom. I'm sure that she was just as wonderful. Thanks, sister. :)

lol! Yes I was. I was a mess. A nice child, but a mess. :)

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

a soft behind, bo been there heard that lol

Guyana-Gyal said...

You were good boys. We used to wait just when my momma was almost home then we'd hurry to clean up, hahaha

Tha BossMack TopSoil said...

Great post, I feel you on this one.

Stephen Bess said...

T Stephens-
Yeah, me too. :)

Yes, that's what we would do and then we would cry thinking about the butt whipping that we're going to get. :)

Thanks, bro.

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