Saturday, September 28, 2013

It's Usually A Saturday When I Miss Her The Most...

Saturday was my mom's day...the day she took just for her. She didn't cook or clean or God Forbid ( her words ) go anywhere on Saturday. My dad wasn't supposed to make a mess in the kitchen or drag in dirt...again...her words. Saturday was all about her hair, her makeup, her outfit, and getting ready for 6 o'clock Mass! She had no time for anything else.

I would look at this day of hers in awe...and be short with her or tease her or remind her that there were hours and hours until 6 o'clock Mass. But she never changed her mind about how she wanted her day to unfold.

The sad thing that I think about now...I rarely went to Mass with her...she was a commentator and read the readings and even gave Communion but I never had the time or inclination to go with her...not even when I was grown. I hated that Saturday Mass as much as she loved it. Sigh!

We would wait for her when Mass was over...and we would have a light supper or order pizza and get a Dairy Queen or sit on the front porch and talk. She was relaxed, comfortable, and herself funny mom, my silly mom...the mom everyone loved.

So...that must be why I miss her the most on Saturday...but I still hate Saturday church!

I think about all of the wonderful times we had with her...I hope she forgives me for that darn church's mostly her fault for making us wear uniforms and go to Catholic school!

Sorry, Mom!


  1. Awww *sniff* look at that face. What a cutie! She's sounds like she was fun and spunky too.


    1. Thanks, Juju...hugs back...she was fun and funny!

  2. What a beautiful post. I love that your mom took Saturday for her. I think it is wonderful to remember her a little extra on her favorite day of the week! Don't worry about not going to mass with her- I am sure she forgave you a long time ago for it. Moms are good like that. :)

  3. I love that she took a day just for herself - she was one smart cookie!

  4. It's so wonderful that your mom had a day for herself, even if you didn't always spend it together (at mass). I'm sure she understood...she was young once, too!

    Thanks for the wonderful tribute! I think of my mom on Sundays, when she made waffles for breakfast and pot roast for dinner. I can almost smell the roast!

  5. Oops...I clicked the wrong thing!

    Here's me trying again...I love your tribute to your mom, and how Saturdays remind you of her special times.

    I think of mine on Sundays, when she made waffles for breakfast and pot roast for dinner.

  6. I'm with your mom regarding Saturday. I go to church then too, though I'm not Catholic. "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a sabbath of the Lord your God; in it you shall not do any work, you or your son or your daugher..." Exodus 20:8-11

    Even if you don't go to church that day, you could always make it a day of rest, contemplation and reading your bible.

    Now if I could only get my husband to fully grasp this and stop trying to get me to help him with yard work and other chores! Ugh! :-/