One of my earliest memories is
sitting on her lap with my head
resting on her Chanel No. 5 perfumed neck
as she chatted with a friend.
I was too young to understand
a word, yet the vibrations from her
vocal chords were for me the
sweetest sensation in all the world.
She has always had good hair
and was one of the coolest moms in town
in the 70’s with the grooviest shaggy
Mrs. Brady wigs and falls.
Yeah, baby yeah.
Also she was Go-go-licious in hot pants
and a successful career woman
for 43 years.
(Probably no relationship between short shorts and her profession.)
My mom continues to iron
(here she is while expecting me…that’s me in there!!!).
She continues to be an inspiring
encourager and rock in my life.
Earlier this year, she organized a sizeable
group of faithful people to pray for
me during a health crisis.
At the end of my battle, despite my weight
dropping to a frighteningly low 87 lbs.,
came this news:
Disease free. Healthy tissue. Healing.
Now it’s mom who needs our support.
With her ability to walk nearly gone,
she will have major spine surgery to
fuse, repair, and re-build her.
Soon she will become a bionic mom.
We’re scared sh*tless.
But we’re trusting.
We’re a little tired of human frailty.
But we’re accepting.
Because once again,
love keeps making everything
Happy Mother’s Day, friends.