Five Minute Friday: What Mama did

Hello, Friends! Welcome back for another Friday spent withLisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt What Mama Did. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’t you join us?

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community…

Today’s Prompt: What Mama did


Growing up, evenings found her sitting in her usual spot on the corner of the sofa, legs tucked up beneath her, reading her Bible by the faint glow of the brass lamp. When her sweet tooth got the best of her, she would find a small bowl and throw a few chocolate chips in it. Savoring each one, letting them melt slowly in her mouth.

She hid Junior Mints in her purse, occasionally we’d find them when rummaging for something, anything, to eat on a Sunday morning when the worship service dragged long and our stomachs ached from growing pains and the insufficiency of Pop tarts made out to be a meal.

She was beautifully turned out every Sunday. No one would have guessed the mad dash to church, the wrangling of children, the way she used the red light method to paint her nails–hurriedly, one at a time before one of us shouted, The light’s green, Go Mom! I don’t think she’s ever had a manicure, or ever cared for one.

When life feels overwhelming, when I feel oversaturated with all the goodness and excess and beauty it has to offer, I think of my mother. Of quiet evenings, feet curled beneath her, reading the Good News. I remember melting chocolate, and small hidden treats of minty goodness, and a refrigerator shelf filled with bottles of nail polish. I think of my mom’s love for the simple things and how striving for more simply wasn’t a part of her DNA. And I know what it is to seek contentment with less.


  • Rachel

    This was beautiful! I loved reading about your mom and had to laugh as my mom often had candy in her purse for during church too! =) What a sweet tribute to your mom.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Smart mamas know that candy does the trick;)

  • Megan Eccles

    Beautiful. I love the imagery of her tucked on the couch beneath the brass lamp with the bible, melting chocolate chips one by one. Fantastic.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      I think it’s the most distinct visual image I have of my mom. Thanks so much for stopping by, Megan.

  • LOVE this. I too, used to paint my nails using the red light method! One time I broke the rules and used even the green light method and ended up with fuschia liquid all over my black dress!! 🙂 Thanks for sharing that sweet image of your mama on couch, Word in heart, chocolate in mouth. Doesn’t get much better than that!

    • KimberlyCoyle

      I think she considered red-lights living on the edge;) Green would’ve never happened!

  • Mia

    Hi Kimberly
    Your mom sounds like an amazing lady. I love the red-light nail manicure description! Yes, that is quite a thing amongst busy ladies. I can understand why she didn’t strive for more, for she had all she needed in her Lord and her family. Over via FMF.
    Much love

    • KimberlyCoyle

      She is amazing, this is true:)

  • A very beautiful tribute to your mama. I really got a sense of who she is. Thank you for sharing today.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks for popping in, Debi:)

  • Kristi R Atkinson

    So lovely, this reminds me of my grandma who’s love language was sweets! She always had things that she would sneak sweets in her purse.

    I love your blog title and layout design. And there’s really nothing like a good cup of tea!

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks so much, Kristi:)

  • Ah yes…. such a powerful thing in this crazy busy world of ours: to seek contentment with less! So beautiful!

  • What a great tribute…contentment with less. And the red light method of painting fingernails cracked me up!

  • Susan Harms

    I love the simplicity of the love stamps our mothers leave
    on us. My dad was a little bit of a tightwad, so my mom always kept money
    hidden in the crevices of her purse to indulge me whenever he was to hesitant
    to do so. When she passed away when I was only 30 years old, I thoroughly searched
    every one of her purses, and sure enough, I found the most valuable $10 bill I have
    ever laid hands on. I keep that bill in my wallet at all times. I unfortunately
    inherited my dad’s tightwadrdness, but I’m grateful that, thanks to my mother
    and her constant $10 reminder, I can go searching deep into the crevices of my
    heart and find the generosity to indulge my own children when my initial
    instinct is hesitation to do so. I love that about her and without knowing it
    (yet), so do my children.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Susan, thanks so much for sharing this precious memory of your mom. I love that you still have that $10 bill. It makes me wonder what my children will hold onto when I’m gone.

  • Love these memories!!

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks for stopping in, Tammy:)

  • Rae

    I’ll never know how she mastered the pink painted nails a la red lights. I can barely make it smudge-free when I sit perfectly still for hours. The chocolate however, definitely got that one down!