My Spot, Memories of My Mother's Lap
By Tina Chapman DaCosta, Journal entry 9/11/2016 Tina and Mother Eleanor Cannaday, circa 1966 or 67 Happy Mother's Day Mom! And to all our Moms! I wrote this reflection in my journal 9/11/2016: My earliest memories of “my spot” was sitting on my mother’s lap in church. I was maybe 3 or 4-years old, and after what seemed like a long morning of drawing on the church bulletin, making stick people and coloring with a pencil, I needed my spot. I was no longer satisfied sitting on the hard, well shellacked and butt shined wooden pew next to my mother, nestled in like a rabbit in a hole, boarded by the back of the pew in front of us and the other person sitting next to me. I was entrenched in my rabbit hole coloring, drawing, and swinging my feet as they dangled below the pew. I admired my black patent leather shoes and my white lace socks turned down around my ankles. I liked how the lace flared across my shoes, the contrast of white and black with my mocha colored well-greased legs. Som...