Pumpkin

That's the name my mother called me when I was little. I was only called my first name when outside of that house OR when I was in trouble for doing something, which normally was me talking to much.

As a little girl I followed my mother EVERYwhere...I do mean EVERYWHERE...she even talks about how she couldn't go to the bathroom without me, knocking on the door to see what she was doing, or just pushing the door until I could get in. What can I say I loved my Mommy...she was and is the greatest thing since sliced bread to me. She was there everyday after school, I got a home cooked meal, clean clothes, you name it, she did it, the
World's Greatest Mom man she is the Bomb dot Com...
I just remember that there was never a time that she wasn't there for me. I can't remember when she stopped calling me her little pumpkin, it wasn't a bad transformation or anything, I think it was probably me more so than her who wanted to stop being called that. Let me think....naw I can't remember but its probably safe to assume that it was probably middle school when I started not wanting to be called Pumpkin...

What brings me to talk about this today....
Well to this day, I still follow my mother around, not in the bathroom or anything, but I talk to her, all day every day...she is my best friend! We talked like homegurls, fo real...that's my homie...and I am hers!
Its a good relationship, because I know for a fact that she is going to keep it real with me, even when I don't want to here it. But the thing is, that to her I am still her "little girl" so sometimes we really bump heads because as a 26 year old woman, I have to make my own decisions I can't live for her or anyone else...Her and my fathers opinion of me has mattered so much in the past that if affected the decisions or choices that I made...As time goes on I am learning that regardless if they agree or not, they will ALWAYS support me. Especially, my mother, well I can't really say especially my mother, because they are both equally supportive and equally trying on my nerves...but I know its only because they want the best for me..

My parents are truly the funniest people I have ever meet (I will write a blog about this soon...the stuff they say and do, they need their own reality show)...and I see how I am so much like them. The older I get the more that I see that I am like her though...she can be some kind of mean...most people that meet my mother think that she is the sweetest lady on earth. She just has this quite, soft, southern thing about her...just does...BUT she also has let me father rub off on her as well and that sister can be something else honey...This nice Christian lady, if pushed by the wrong person at the wrong time is nothing nice. But even still you can't help but love her and respect her.

Ok back to the point of this. Being her only girl and her baby girl (my youngest brother, the one of her two kids, is eight years older than me) she still calls me every morning to say Good Morning and I call her to say I got to work, I made it home, and Goodnight (yes, we really do talk every day all day) That may seem strange to a lot of folks, but with me living alone for the first time ever, its hard and she worries so its just become a habit so that she doesn't have a fit....plus like I said that's my homie...

So this morning, she called and I was about to walk out the door, and its raining really bad here, so she asks me, like only a mother would, "Do you have on your boots?" and all I could do was laugh and say "yes, ma...I'll talk to you later"
As I walked down the steps to my truck I laughed to myself because I felt like I was 5 again, and it was a rainy school day and she wanted to make sure that I had on my rain boots before I went to the bus...and that right there just goes to show that I will ALWAYS be my mother's Pumpkin in my own little way...