Throughout elementary, middle and high school, on special days at school, like when we had an excursion or something, there would always be a note in my lunch box, folded into the shape of a heart or hexagon: “Let this day be one to remember” or “Let’s win that relay race”. Folded into that little space and written in letters larger than life was the mark of my mother’s affection. Even to this day, I can feel it.
And to think that for some years now, having passed thirty, I keep thinking that I look more and more like my mother. From the beginning I wrote with the same big letters, and in my twenties I started sounding like her on the phone. But from there to being a bit light headed, socially inept even, or just plain good-natured, well there we’re really moving in on some character traits. I guess there is no fighting the blood in our veins. DNA will out! The worst is that deep down I feel good about it.
Thank you, Mother, for passing on so much affection that I too can give it away to others. Maybe someday, I will even grow to be as cute as you are now.