Happy Birthday to my Mama Rosie. Rosie was the only mother I ever knew growing up as a child. Up until the time I was 5 years old, I was led to believe that she was my mother. Thats all I EVER called her. When she became engaged to Philip Finan, WE were getting married. No one told me any different. Even at the church rehearsal, I came running down the aisle yelling Mommy, Mommy. So we get married and when it came time to leave the reception, thats when they broke the news to me. Youre not going, you have to stay. Can you even image what it feels like, to have the ONLY person youve known to be your mother, just walk out of your life, with no explanation! So Im left with a stranger who they tell me is my REAL mother. I have no memories of my real Mom comforting me or bathing me or protecting me. But that was just the way things were back then. Trying to do the best you can with what you have. But I remember Mama Rene being my gladiator about this same time. There used to be a family that lived two houses down from us by the last name of Rangel. A daughter by the name of Ramona had a child who was about my age, 5 or 6 years old. I was allowed to go play with the little girl. Everything I played with she wanted, so I would give it back, only to have her immediately discard it. This got old really quick. So I didnt give it back & she threw a fit. Ramona assumes I did something to hurt her spoiled brat. But even at that young age I wasnt gonna take the fall for something I didnt do. So Ramona slapped me across the face...so hard I had her hand print across my face. I ran home crying & Mama Rene asked me what happened & I told her. Next thing I know she grabs me by the hand & marches me back to the Rangels house. I didnt know what to expect. Was Mama Rene gonna make me apologize or what? Next thing you know I hear Mama Rene telling Ramona, Next time pick on someone your own size & she reared back & slapped the dog shit out of Ramona. From that moment on I knew I could always depend on her to have my back. In my lifetime Ive had three mothers. But I lost two of them twice. So when Mama Rene left us & I got to share at her funeral Mass, my greatest fear were these spoken words, Whos gonna be the Mama now? I know in my heart that God blessed me with three Moms. Guess God thought this child is gonna need more than one Mama. He does have a sense of humor. It is of great comfort to me that I know I will see my 3-Mamas again when I make my journey to my Heavenly home. But not today......not too soon. Love & Blessings to all.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 01:17:06 +0000
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