#637

So, the other day I received a PIX message from my sweet momma informing me that she was the 637th view on my blog... also it had a caption that said, "Put that in your blog and smoke it."

Which I intend to do here...

Susan Jenkins was born January 11, 1960 to Martha Jean and Martin Luther "M.L." Jenkins.

Susan married Forest Parker, Jr. in July 1978.

She gave birth to Jessica Jeanann Parker, March 5, 1981.

On June 10, 1984, she gave birth to Forest "Bo" Parker, III... that's where this blog story begins...

My mom has always been "momma." Not "mama" but "momma." It just makes more sense, due to the sound that the "word" "ma" makes.

Due to size and time restraints, I will give 3 of my favorite memories/stories/whateva' you wanna call it, in this blog...

One of my favorite memories was when Jessica and I would lay on the couch with momma. As the night would go on we would all fall asleep. Jessica would lay her head on the pillow with momma or on her shoulder, and I would lay my head on her hip. Momma would always let us do this until dad got home from the second shift. She would wake us up so we could watch Cheers with dad. Once we finally went to bed, if we weren't sleeping on a pallet in our parents' floor, she would usually tuck us in with a story from our little children's Bible book. Anytime I had a bad dream though... I ran to their bed, hopped-in and would nuzzle between momma and daddy for safety.

Another great memory was the day that I was wrongfully accused for being "disrespectful" to a substitute and was given in school suspension. I was called, personally by the assistant principal who had given me this sentence, and through her tears she explained to me that I did not deserve what was going on. I didn't find out until later that my momma had driven to the school and laid into this woman. She told me later that she had said something along the lines of, "Get real woman! You don't know my son if you think he did that! What?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I am about to get mad!" mixed with many other things and words...

Finally, one of my favorite memories was recently momma came down to be at my new house the day that my giant TV was delivered. She came down the night before, so she didn't have to drive down in the morning. That night, my mom played rock band and we read books, played online... and both fell asleep on the couch before 10:00 PM... just like old times.

I love my momma very much. Besides bringing me into the world, trying her best to shelter me from the evils of the world, putting me through college, praying for me, helping me buy a house, giving me tons of advice, loving me and putting up with me... she's my greatest friend, because she loves me in spite of knowing me.

This blog is for the woman who held a dish rag over her head, and spanked me with a wooden spoon, for the woman who will shoot me the bird (usually just it's tail feather) if necessary, who will bless out the Wal Mart vision center, be at every band competition, teach Sunday School, lead the choir, be a secretary at a school and three churches, and still have the time to cook the greatest deer steak and gravy in the world.

LYMI.