EXCLUSIVE BLOG by Veronica Webb: My MOM is...

Happy Mother's Day. I've said that to you every year since you taught me how to speak. This Mother's Day is the first time I think I'm mature enough to know what's behind those words. That might sound funny, as though I've been giving you my wishes on schedule and by rote, but that's not the case. I have so many feelings for you. Forever you have been my provider, my comfort, my guide and the law. It's overwhelming to need someone so much. All these years you've been like a life raft for me. No matter how rough the situation, I knew that if I stayed close to you in body or in spirit, I would make it to the other side of trouble. Sometimes during my adolescence I rejected or rebelled against you, but no matter how ridiculous my young ego ravings, you stayed steady. I saw you as all -powerful as God when I was a little girl. That was where you did some masterful work. A farm girl from Ohio turned working mom in inner city Detroit, you could make everything. Baking biscuits or using rendered bacon grease and lye to make soap, I'd watch with fascination and pride when you turned around and cut me a fancy red down-filled snowsuit the night before the first snow flake fell. You came from the old school - knitting, gardening, - you could generate from your own hand just about anything your family needed to survive.