Front Porch Stories: My Mom’s super powers


By KATHY BOHANNON, Special to The Weekly

Mom was short on words but wise beyond belief.  

“Your eyes are the windows to the soul,” she would say. I think she used that on all four of us at some point. The first time I witnessed it was on my sister. I was amazed that mom had some sort of super power and could see way, way, deep into our actual souls. I was impressed. 

“I love you, a bushel and a peck” was a song mom often sang to us. I didn’t realize everyone else knew that song until I was in high school. I thought it was just our song and I was a little disappointed when I found out. 

I began dating early in life. I was an angry 13-year-old with numerous resources for escaping the safety of my home. Mom was well aware of what I was going through and offered the advice that has stuck to me like Velcro. 

“Don’t go anywhere or do anything that you wouldn’t want Jesus to sit down beside you.” 

It worked. I found myself in situations that could have turned out much differently if I didn’t hear mom’s voice inside my head. As a result, I couldn’t wait to tell that to my kids someday. 

I don’t recall a single spanking from mom. That said, I was the baby of four kids and no doubt, mom was tired. With two older daughters and a son, mom had seen pretty much all of it. She was most likely numb to the drama, the tempers and the misbehaving, because I definitely had displayed all of those qualities by the time I was able to talk and walk. 

Dad, on the other hand, spanked me once. I had been riding on the back of my brother’s tricycle, standing on the platform between the back wheels, and my brother was pedaling us both in the yard. The trike didn’t have a seat, but the short post it was to mount on was sticking straight up from the frame. I don’t recall thinking about slamming my brother down on that post, but it happened. In my defense, it could have been the way I was hanging on. When dad took off his belt, I knew I’d messed up. I never did anything like that again, whether on purpose or by mistake. 

Though she was undoubtedly tired and over it, mom was as sweet as anyone could be. She was a Christian and I remember her reading scripture every single day. Of course, I realize now, that the Word of God was mom’s super power. It got her through her day, through her raising of kids, through her marriage and anything else she was going through. 

There was one day during a time that things went terribly bad at home. My dad had left us, though he would return two weeks later. He called during that time and I happened to answer. I was thirteen. I screamed the two most terrible words I knew into the phone. I kept screaming them and ended up in the floor, screaming those words. Mom came in, sat down and, aided with cold splashes of water on my face, pulled me into her lap.

“That must have been dad,” she said. I nodded in between sobs. She held me tighter. “You may never use that language in our Christian home, do you understand?” I did.

I had to understand. Mom had used her super power.  

Kathy Bohannon is a Christian humorist and inspirational speaker and writer. She can be reached at [email protected] .

1 comment

  1. JERE Howard 18 May, 2022 at 06:29 Reply
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    Tears, Kathy! I knew Peggy, your mama. To this day, I don’t think I ever knew a kinder, gentler, person. I loved her and she not only gave wise advise to you. She talked with me for so many hours, she helped me make decisions, I couldn’t make myself. What would Jesus do? I can hear her say these very word. But I do know, this sweet soul should never have had to suffer such heart aches. Betrayal crushes the heart, I never recovered until much later in life. How I wish I could have been with her. Knowing Peggy, she forgave, but I know she never forgot. She never gave up on the love for her family and had her faith until the day she died. You don’t look like her, but you are like her in so many ways. It’s truly a privilege to be called your friend. Love you, Jere

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