When I think about Mother’s Day in relation to my family in West Tennessee I think of my husband’s great-grandmother who died in 1927 at the age of 40 leaving behind 7 children, one of them only being 2. I think about all of those other nameless mothers from West Tennessee who were slaves, sharecroppers, and servants all hoping, wishing, and praying for a better life. I think about those mothers who were faced with the tough decision to let their children either go to school or work in the fields to help support the family. I think about those mothers who had no education, but tried their hardest to teach their children. I think about the happy moments with those mothers watching their children graduate, watching their children marry, and watching their grandchildren be born. I think of the mothers who had to watch their children be sold from them and I think of mothers who sadly had to bury their own children. When I think of these mothers I think of their strength, determination, and resolve. I think of my own mother in law and her stories and everything she has taught me.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the West Tennessee Mother’s and to all of the mothers who read this blog. Lets continue to honor these mothers by telling their stories.