Dear Mom,
Thank you for being my mother; for loving me always and never giving up on
me. Thank you for seeing me through the gawky teen aged years when I
longed to fit in, but didn't, and for standing by me when I was a college
student hiding my talents because I didn't want to stand out; to be noticed; to
be different.
Thank you especially for supporting me through the turmoil of years in a bad
marriage. You knew things were not good, not the way they were supposed
to be, even when I was still unable to admit it. You were always there
when I needed you, providing an open ear and as much support as you could
muster and I could receive.

Your steadfast confidence in me has been my North Star and kept me on course
through the last twenty years when I was raising your grandchildren alone and
trying to make a living, writing and studying in the wee small hours of the
morning, and singing like a caged bird.

Now, in your later
years, it is my privilege to care for you; to become the vault for your
memories, slipping away from your mind and leaving you frustrated and
forlorn. I will hold your hand as you have held mine and we will continue
to pass the time together, mother and daughter, great-grandmother and grandma,
completing the circle of life assigned to us by God himself, sharing tears and
happiness together.
Thank you, Mom, for showing me the way and giving me the freedom to sing.
Love,
Your daughter, Lynn
Looking at the history of my blog with Jamie and Shannon for Kickin' It
Old Skool Blog-a-thon!