In honor of Mother’s Day I wanted to take a trip down memory lane. There are so many things I could have done but I wanted to dedicate this special Blogpost to my mother.
Often times we think we know our mothers like the back of our hand, but I’ve learned its best to ask them and hear their heart. I recently asked my mom what was her favorite memory of us and I was shocked. Mainly because I would have never guessed it. That’s why it’s her favorite memory. So here goes…
Every other Friday after school I’d meet my mom down at her job. Going to her job was like hanging with the girls. My mother worked for one of the largest non profits in Brooklyn, NY CAMBA as a social worker. The office was close to one the most popping corners in Brooklyn at the time. The corner of Church ave and Flatbush.
It was a little castle and to be honest in my head it was my castle. The house was old but had so much charm from the large front porch to the hidden stairway in the back. My mother’s co-worker had the cutest sons and we’d play up and down the stairs and in and out the rooms. My moms co-workers were so much fun. Her boss was the best ever. She left and imprint on my heart with her bubbly personality and boss moves.
After my Friday visits my mother and I would walk to the Dominican hair salon on Church ave. It was our little home away from home. Of course we knew all the stylist and they actually became family. Turns out I went to school with the owners daughter. It wasn’t your average salon visit it was family time. I’d listen as my mother spoke her native tongue Spanish with the ladies and I’d chime in every so often. This is where I was able to practice speaking Spanish with others and not just my mom. It was our time. In between washes and deep conditions I’d fill my mom in on the school tea. We’d order Spanish food of course and enjoy it to the last drop.
These salon visits were set in stone on my school girl calendar. Don’t touch my Friday afternoons they were reserved for time with my mother. It felt like the time flew by in the shop and before I knew it were walking out with fresh hair swaying in the wind. You couldn’t tell us nothing! Our stylist were the bomb.
If I can go back in time I’d make these Friday’s with mom every Friday. I cherished them and they became mother daughter time. I’ve always looked forward to one day doing the same with my very own daughter. It was beyond hair it was about embracing, culture, building family, and making priceless memories.
Memories like these can never be forgotten. There are many more mother daughter memories I could share but I wanted to share my mother’s. It’s her day but in our family her day is everyday. I love you mommy and all the memories we’ve ever shared.
Happy Mother’s Day Love Your Baby Girl!