People always say that they have or had the best mother in the world, and you know what they are probably right. The correct phase should be, I have the best mother in the world for me. You see I did have the best mother in the world for me. Quemolia Owens was without a doubt the most perfect mother in the world for me. God gave me exactly what I needed in a mother. There are all types of mothers and we can’t have all of them. There’s the stay at home not a chair or magazine out of place, hair and clothes perfect, Ozzie Harriet, June Cleaver type. There’s the perfect career, perfect kids, perfect husband, Claire Huxtable type. There’s the blue collar, living paycheck to paycheck, Roseanne Connors type. There’s the wisecracking, divorced single mom Reba Hart type. The list goes on. Whatever all those types are, I was blessed with the perfect one for me.
Que was not one of those types she was aspects of all of those types. Although she was a career woman, she was also always at home when we needed her. How she managed that I will never know but she did. She was always funny and wisecracking. She would laugh at her jokes and stories even if no one else did. We weren’t wealthy by any means, she was always able to control the spending of the world’s best consumer, my daddy. If it were new, he felt he had to have it.
Even though she always complained about having pets around, pets loved her and she couldn’t get away from them. Babies and children thought there was no greater lap to sit on or no greater arm to be wrapped in. I hated sharing my mom, but as the baby of the family I always had to. The great thing about it was mom always had enough love for everyone. You always felt special with my mom. Even as an adult if I got sick the first person I wanted to call was mom, still do sometimes in my worst moments.
My mom was always in my corner, no matter what. I always thought she had all of the answers. She wasn’t perfect though, and she never claimed to be. She always wanted us to learn from her mistakes. God knows I didn’t appreciate her or the things she taught me through her actions while she was here, but I am so grateful for every lesson learned. It’s through those lessons that I learned how to be the mother my kids need me to be, and someday I hope my kids will be able to say that I was the perfect mother for them.
6 years gone and I still miss you more than ever. I love you mommy!
