YOUR HOLY MOMMIENESS
This story is an oldie but a
goodie. My conversation with my Mom tonight
reminded me to resurrect this
again.
Tonight she told me.
Babe! That’s what she calls
me.
Yea Ma.
Each night I say the rosary in
bed then I take them and put them in a case under my pillow and every morning
when I wake up they are under my stomach?
Isn’t that odd Babe?
Well Ma, maybe you wake up
and decide to say more prayers and don’t remember?
Huh, I don’t think so Babe.
I would remember!
I think the Blessed Mother
is saying prayers for me!
And now the story !!!
I have this sweet little 89-year-old
Mom she is amazing! She is my biggest fan, has always been supportive of me.
She knows how to dish guilt like it was a plate of manicotti.
My Mom is very religious ~
! One of her dressers has like 14
statuses of Saints on it, with a small replica of the Pieta. Then one wall has
this massive crucifix- hugeeeeeeeeeeee – and the other wall has these rosary
beads that are just as big as the cross. Each bead is a big as a racquetball. I
swear…
She lives in this High rise
in Bergen County and my Brother live in the same building. Everyday she races
in her wheel chair to the sliding doors by the terrace. She sits there and
crochets as she looks out the window and complains about what all the people
are doing.. She lives on a low floor so nothing passes her….She can tell you
who went in and out of the deli and what she thought they bought…
So one day she decided that
she wanted to rearrange the living room and so the procession began… Everyone
was there moving this and that and my cute little Mom became the Wheel chair
CEO… Minga~~
She just loved her new
digs….
Then like a week later she
gets a call from the lady that owns the deli.
Mary?
Yes..
This is Antoinette from the
Deli.
Oh hiya.
Mary, we are looking at your
Terrance doors and well – um …
What what, my Mother shouts.
Well, we see the Blessed
Mother in the window….
What, Mom yells… I’ll call
ya back…
Then she calls my Brother
and sisters, she saves me for last because I pretend I am not home..
hahahahahhahahaha
My Big Bro, the prodicial
Italian male and the oldest goes downstairs and looks up.. My Mom and my
sisters see him making the sign of the cross.. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Then one by one my sisters
go look and there they are on the street making the sign of the cross. Omgggggggggggggggg..
That night I call Mom as I
always do.
She says, Babe?
Yea Ma ,what?
She recounts the call (but
leaves out the part about the Blessed Mother), she recounts my brother and
sisters and then she says.” What do you think is on Mommies window?”
I don’t know Ma, what.
The Blessed Mother!!!
WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT….
The battle of wits and why
nots began.. She won and I gave up…
For the next week that’s all
I heard … The people at the deli were selling tickets for people to see the
vision.
My Brother was upstairs
trying to figure out how he could capitalize on this.
My sisters were in Awe and I
well I was at the shrink…
There was this pilgrimage on
Bergen Blvd to see the vision…. People were asking if they could come in the
apartment!
So finally I go to see this!
And ya now what???? I saw the same thing, this vision of the
Blessed Mother!!!!!!! OMG!!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
I’m like, No , No,
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
You read about this shit in
the Enquirer! Man in coffee shop saw the
Blessed Mother on a potato chip!!!! Not here. Not my Mom’s house!!!!!
So I go to look
around, thinking something aint right~~~that’s when I realized!
When she rearranged
the living room she also rearranged her knickknacks and other statuses. Then I
saw it! She had a sun catcher with all these crystals hanging on the terrace
glass window and acrros that was a glass figurine of the Blessed Mother…
MINGA!!!!! As soon
as I moved the figurine the only Mary that was left in the house was my
MOM……………..
She was sooooo
disappointed!!!! So was my brother because apparently he called the press and
was making a deal to get folks up there to rub the glass for $5.00….
She was so
disappointed!!
As soon as the
vision was gone all these pigeons appeared on her terrace the next day. She was
so angry… Yellin at them, sushin and all. This saga went on for a week. The she
called one night and said, “Babe, its Mommie” – yea Ma..
All the pidgins
left!
Thank God, I
replied.
She then says. All
but one he wont leave know matter what I do….I threw water at him.I did this, I
did that and he always comes back?
Really Ma?
Yea Babe, ya know
what?
What Ma –
I think its Daddy…
God Bless Ma
