~“A Green Chair and a Purple Iris”~

Published: Thursday, May 23, 2013 at 10:08 AM.

Mama could always count on a Mother’s Day card from me.  She could always count on it being about four days late.  I would call her and tell her, “Your card is on the way.”  She would laugh and know that was just the way her middle son was when it came to cards.  Honestly, most of us know that each and every day should be “Mother’s Day.”

So in honor of my Mama (and yours), I’m sending you a Mother’s Day story “about four days late.”

My brother recently sent me some pictures from our childhood. You know the type of pictures – the ones that Mama had made at Olan Mills with our heads tilted and wearing little outfits that I’m sure she put a lot of thought into picking out.

In that group of pictures, there was a random one that anyone else would not have understood, but I did. It was a picture of a green plastic yard chair and a blooming purple iris.

Our Mama passed away over a year ago and as those of you who have lost your mother knows, it is difficult not only on Mother’s Day, but also every time you see or hear or smell or taste or touch something that reminds you of your mother.

My Mama loved purple and in particular, she loved purple irises. They seemed to just show up in the yard every spring.

Folks often squabble over the worldly possessions their mothers owned. Things like china, silver, jewelry and antique furniture. I understand that many of these things are heirlooms and hold meaning for children and grandchildren.

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