Monday, August 27, 2012

“Thanks, it’s my Mom!”

was my response to the woman sitting across from me on the train this morning. She had pointed to the handmade domino necklace* I am wearing and said “That is beautiful!”

How fitting...on my 54th birthday, to acknowledge the woman, who at the tender age of 20...loving, internally cared for me; bore the pain of my birth and welcomed me into the bright light of the world on Wednesday, August 27, 1958.

The woman who would have made a fabulous farmer’s wife, with her love of animals, the outdoors, and her southern heritage-driven gift of cooking and baking; whom instead married a garbage collector, settled into suburban Chicago and raised (let’s face it – still raising) eight children.

Momma, I stand in honor with love, pride & thanks and salute thee.

myra lee