Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. This tribute was written about the awesome lady who was a grandmother to my children as they were growing up.
“Were you to pass her on the street, her presence would most likely go unnoticed. She’s a very ordinary looking person, chubbier than most perhaps. But do not be fooled by that look of naturalness, for beneath it hides a saint with a shopping bag, a Madonna in a print dress. Hers has been a life of sacrifice and hardship, yet the smile has never left her face and the joy she finds in giving permeates everything she touches. When her little ones were sick and a fever was running high, those gentle work-worn hands brought a coolness that face cloths and ice packs failed to bring. When a doll was broken or a little boy came home crying because the other fellows wouldn’t let him play football and he had a brand new uniform, a tender word and a glass of milk or an apple brought a smile out of tragedy. When a little extra money was found after the bills were paid and she needed a new dress, she could hardly wait to get to town to buy shoes for children or a special treat for dinner. Folks could never understand how she could divide her love and devotion so evenly and yet everyone seemed to get more than their share. She has never written a book nor has she ever made any great or profound statements except, maybe, “Can I get you anything?” or “Everything is going to be all right.” Thus, as the world has passed out its laurels, it has over-looked her completely, and her name will only be remem-bered by a few. But, when her time comes to stand before the One who ordained her to her task, she will receive her reward and will take her place beside the great women of the world. So, if you should pass her on the street and recognize her, just smile and say hello. She’s my mom.”
(Written by her son, Buddy Simpson)