If you want a good laugh check out this guys Twitter posts: ‘Shitmydadsays’. Whenever I read this guys stuff I just laugh my butt off…for real!

The whole ‘Shitmydadsays’ gets me thinking about stuff my mom says, or used to say. Maybe that’s why I follow his Twitter posts.

One time I asked her what we were having for dinner and she said “Sheep shit and ginger! Now quit asking and wait till the foods done to find out.” It’s hilarious when I think about it now.

When I was around nine years old my mother and I were shopping at a Woolworths.

Ha! For those who don’t know what Woolworths is, or never been, think of an old black and white photo of a counter style restaurant that sits in the midst of a convenience store-that’s Woolworths.

Don’t know if any are still around.

Anyway, while shopping, my impressionable mind noticed that every time we walked past a black family, or another black person, my mother and that person would either give a friendly nod, say hello, smile or at least give eye contact.

I’m thinking, “Wow, my mom knows all the black people in Minnesota,” (that’s not saying much, there weren’t many in the 70’s).

Later I asked her if she knew all the black people in Minnesota.

             She said, “No. Why do ask me that?”

            “Because you always look at each other,” I answered.

            “Black folks always notice each other,” she said.

            “How come?” I asked trying to figure it all out.

            “For three reasons,” she explained, “One, because there aren’t that many of us. And people just like to acknowledge others who look like them: Besides if we don’t acknowledge each other-who will? Two, if someone smiles at you should at least smile back, black or white or whoever!”

And three, for four hundred years, during slavery, our sons and daughters were sold off. Imagine that. If we were slaves today, there’s a good chance that you wouldn’t be my daughter anymore. So, I think black folks unknowingly made a spiritual family. We all became one big family in the U.S. That way, I’d make sure someone else’s daughter was being loved, and some other slave would be making sure my child was being loved. And once you make a spiritual bond it always sticks! So we are greeting family.”

I didn’t quite get the whole concept until later.

Anyone who knows my mother knows that she can spew some venomous words in the heat of the moment-if she needs to. Spit fire Mama…lol. And more so than not, she’ll say something so profound she’ll have you thinking about it for the next thirty years.

I love that woman!