As I was packing the "kids" into the Jeep, I had a random thought to check the mail before we headed out to Fort Woof. I thumbed through the jetsam and a blue envelope with just one word, "Syd," caught my attention.
"Hmmmmm...I don't recognize this handwriting?... Ooooo, maybe a suitor has left a little treat for me! Who could it be??" But I knew better than to seriously consider the woo-er concept. That little blue mystery piquing my interest - teasing me with its enigmatic insides. I pop it open.
"Ah, funny card...gaseous humor...clever."
From my MOM! MY Mom! I wept a little as I reread it. A simple "Love, Mom" at the bottom. No flourishes, "XXXXXOOOOOO's," or creepy sentimentality. Nothing more or less than my Mom saying she was out there and that I was important to her.
And in that moment, I became perfect. Perfect in her eyes. Perfect despite my frailties, foibles and fractious nature. Betwixt mother and child the bond is tenacious, indisputable, and incomparable. When confronted with all of the other humanity/inhumanity in this wide and injust world, I can grasp the unchangeable umbilicus connecting me to Mom, and haul myself back to the core, the focus, the center.
Indecision and ineptitude in their unhappy cloaks are driven back amongst their own. Joy and serenity blossom and I am reminded that blood is truly and thankfully thicker than water.
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2 comments:
Found ya, Syd. :)
My sainted mother died in 1995. She was the best relationship counselor one could have. She died to leave me to learn some things about that on my own. I realize now that I wouldn't have learned them had I been reliant on her, still. Mom is still available in my dreams, but for other reasons. Moms are GREAT!
Oh. And I found that pic of you, below. Wear that hat to the soccer game, and I'm a gonner.
*smiles*
Todd
Duty Strength Honor
AH! A midsummer's dreamlife
The sword only cuts
~~~To my Dad
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