Mother Wit is described as: Innate intelligence or common sense.
And I concur, I can recall many years ago, many years, there was this young country boy that liked me, I was probably all of fourteen and he was pretty close to eighteen, umm hmmm....when I told him I wasn't interested and wasn't even allowed to date, he told me, "You will be sorry, you might be all book smart and sh@!, but you don't have any mother wit. One day you will be glad to have someone like me." Yes he did say that...honest and he didnt hurt my feelings a bit, because even at fourteen and as book smart as I could be, I definitely had mother wit to burn, my elders, family members, neighbors, teacher, et al. would often say it to me and look at me kind of funny when my back was turned, muttering, I am sure, 'That is some strange girl there, always with her head in a book, saying strange provocative things and writing in a journal of some type...hee hee...my godmother would shake her head and tell people, rather smugly, "Umm, she special, she can see things, she was born with 'a veil' over her face...Lord...
In less than six weeks, I am publishing an anthology with Dera Williams, entitled MOTHER WIT, Dera has written two stories and I will contribute three and what the stories all have in common is the bonds that draw mother and daughter together and the struggles that can separate them...
When I was born, until I was probably about ten, I was convinced my mama knew everything, she was the smartest, most beautiful woman alive in my mind, but, as life and hormones would have it, by the time I became a teenager, I was convinced she knew nothing...yup, there was a plethora of things going on in our lives and I felt surely I was wiser than her...Lord Help me...
When I became older I came to realize that she had forgotten more than I had ever known and that the differences in us as much as the sameness is what bonded us like glue and as women we could not have been closer as mother and daughter. And sometimes that is what sustains me...I have neither living mother or father and every now and then I feel it, just a bit, usually around holidays or when I am feeling a bit whiny...yeah I get like that erry now and then...anyway,
But one of the things I thank my mama, my aunt elouise and my godmother, ms. eva most for is allowing me to be me and stand on my own too...and imbibing me from the cradle with a passel of common sense that I got to marinate with my innate intelligence, in order to end up with MOTHER WIT...
BE PEACE...
angelia
www.angeliamenchan.com
