Day 15

Today is Hollie’s 56^th birthday. Always reminds of the day she was born on a dark and stormy early morning. Alone, except for my Divine Spark, her birth was the miracle of the ages. She was so alert and strong, picked her head up and looked me in the eyes, I know the message was, “You, again.” Her first hour of life was just for us. Couldn’t have had that experience without the help of our unseen friends.

From a prompt I wrote ten years ago. Through the eyes of someone...

How do I begin to tell you about my mother’s place in my life?  I will begin at the beginning when she was 22 and alone and I was born.  She and I bonded for at least an hour until my father came home and found us.  We have been bonded ever since that magic time. I could never understand when my friends complained about their mothers, even in high school when dissing mothers was what girls did, I had nothing to say. It’s not that I think she’s perfect, because she certainly isn’t, it’s because I know that she always does the best she can under whatever circumstances are there to cope with or manage. We went through some distressing times while growing up and changing and I always knew that I could depend on being safe and cared for. Once when I had a nasty shock from my first serious boyfriend, she caught me just as I was going out the door carrying my stuffed rabbit, not knowing where I was going or what I was doing.  She simply got in front of the door and held me while I cried and cried.  She didn’t ask me what was the matter.  She took care that I didn’t do anything rash and that I knew how much she loved me.

We’ve had so many big laughs, warm hugs, funny memories and we take those out and cherish them when we need to feel the connection.  Like when my daughter, Megan, was born and she persuaded the hospital to help recreate my birth by staying in the labor room with dim lights and no noise. It was against standard operating procedures and she made it happen because that’s what I wanted. My mother is a walking lesson plan.  When she comes to my classroom to volunteer, I know I can sit down and take care of details or rest.  She will charm the children and enrich their day. They love her so much and so do I.

I could write this for an hour touching on some of the peaks and valleys of both of our lives.  We are bonded and although we keep boundaries so that we each have our own lives, I feel her constantly.