It’s me, your favorite, your baby. Everyone in the family would always say I got away with murder since I was the youngest. We would both deny it, knowing that there was a small truth to the accusation. That’s what I’m amazed by the most, the way you made eight of us feel as though we were all your favorite, with some special connection we foolishly thought the other siblings didn’t have.
As a young child I remember how protective you were over us. Always monitoring (with an eagle eye) what we watched on TV, and who we hung out with. Those memories has now helped me blossom into a protective mother hen – watching out for my own home and little chick-a dee. At the time I thought that your protectiveness was too involved and over the top. Like the way we had to practice our speeches for the Christmas play and Easter program. Other kids could get away with reading their lines from paper. Not us. We were coached by you to stand up straight, project our voices and memorize the lines so we could recite them – as if it were a conversation. You were wise enough to know that the training we were receiving back then would prepare us for a bigger stage. Thank you.
As we each lived life and made mistakes, your patience and forgiveness was immeasurable. You never withheld your love from us. It followed us to boot camp, military service, Job Corp, nursing school, college, rehab, jail, marriage, divorce, work and home. There were no walls thick enough or locations too remote to keep your prayers and love from reaching us. Thank you for showing me the closest thing to God’s love in human form. The love that is unconditional and pure. The love that can only be taught by example and felt through actions. Most of all, thank you for reaching your protective hand into the life of your grandchild….by loving me.
I LOVE YOU (not more than I love you!)
Your Favorite – Your Baby,
In memory of my mother, the late: Mrs. Maeree S.