Happy Mother’s Day

By James Ewers
Guest Columnist

Celebrating Mother’s Day should be something that we do each day. My mother passed away many years ago now yet I carry her spirit with me wherever I go. My mom was a deeply caring person so maybe that was one of the reasons that she became a registered nurse. She was a member of the first graduating class of Kate Biting Reynolds Hospital in Winston-Salem NC. In those days nurses wore starched white uniforms and my mom had a black ribbon around her nurse’s cap. She was a proud woman and her appearance was important to her. While she worked various shifts, she made sure that she always took me to Sunday School. She didn’t drop me off as she was always in the adult class or somewhere in the church. At any rate prior to going to church or for that matter anywhere she always told me to “act like I have some sense” and to be respectful. My father would simply look on in silent agreement. I always thought that my mom was pretty tough and I think my dad thought so too. Maybe it was because I was a boy but I thought there were times I could act out and get away with it when I was away from home. My advice to young children everywhere is never act out when you are away from your house. I am speaking to you from what I like to call some signature spanking experiences. On occurrences when I got out of line my mom would receive a phone call or even worse a visit from one of the neighbors giving her the full report on my bad behavior. I do wonder sometimes if mothers in particular didn’t have this underground system of communicating just between themselves. My neighborhood in Winston-Salem was pretty close-knit so word got to Mrs. Mildred Ewers pretty quickly. None of my spanking were put on layaway. In other words my mom didn’t tell me she would spank me tomorrow or even within the hour. They were immediate and to my young mind almost life-threatening.

She would instruct me to go outside in the backyard if the weather was OK to get a switch. We had a cherry tree in our backyard so switches were always available. If the weather was severe, she would simply use a belt. I will tell you that both hurt! My mom in typical “old school” fashion provided some commentary as she was spanking me. Afterwards, she would send me to my room. Unlike children’s rooms today my room was spartan. It had a bed, a desk and a few pictures on the wall. Later, I was fortunate to get a radio. I really didn’t like going to my room but I didn’t have a choice. Today for many children their rooms are palatial estates. They are equipped with a computer, a television and a CD player. Now is being reprimanded and being sent to your room really punishment? Maybe the punishment should be to sit in the same room with an adult for an hour and read a book.

I always enjoyed watching my mom cook and boy could she cook! Dishes like macaroni and cheese, chocolate cake, bread pudding, fried chicken, biscuits and kool-aid with lemon were always available. My cooking skills were given to me by my mom. I would always have a role in my mom’s kitchen. It might be to snap beans, to peel potatoes or to participate in the chicken cleaning. You see, for a time we had chickens in our backyard so if you are “old school” you know what that involved; if you are new school just use your imagination. I loved my mom and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her in some way. Mostly I wonder what she would do in situations and the decisions that she would make. For many years after her passing, I didn’t go to church on Mother’s Day. I simply couldn’t take it emotionally. One of the traditions that took place back in the day was the wearing of a rose on Mother’s Day. Simply put if your mom was living, you would wear a red rose and if your mom had passed away then you would wear a white rose. I can tell you that it was devastating for me to lose my mom during my teenage years. There were many events that I didn’t attend because I didn’t have a mother. My Aunt Lois, my mom’s sister, became the mother-figure in life. As kind and loving as my dad was, I would have become a statistic without the love and guidance of my Aunt Lois. So as the Scriptures say, “God works in mysterious ways.”

Unlike with my dad, I was never able to become my mom’s friend. If you are a teenager or younger tell your mom daily in some way that you love her and behave yourself and “act like you got some sense.” Happy Mother’s Day, mom.

This article originally published in the May 2, 2016 print edition of The Louisiana Weekly newspaper.