You're like a snow flake, Lara.
No one can ever be like you.
Design your own shapes & mold
them into a beautiful life.
- Virginia Schultz (mama)
My father gave me one of the best gifts last week. He had framed a note he found in my mother's dresser. It was written by her mother, my mama. I don't know when she wrote it, but I love that it has managed to stay intact and in our lives - long enough for it to be given to me now - just when I needed to read the words she wrote for me.
Mama died when I was 9 years old, though I do remember her quite well. I remember how much she loved me - unconditionally and with her whole being. She took me on a few trips - just the two of us - to small inns in New England. (The inn in White Christmas reminds me of one in particular.) More than once she mentioned, as we would be playing a game - or with my dolls - or make believe, that she wished we were born in the same time because she thought we would have been the best of friends.
Being so young, I couldn't realize all the wisdom she held - all the perspective she had within her. I'm still young, but being a grown woman now, I wish (with all my being) that I could talk to her and listen to her wisdom from my perspective now. How much have I missed?
I come from a very small family. My mother had no siblings. My father only has one sister. When I was 9 I lost my mom's mom. When I was 12 I lost my dad's mom. When I was 26 I lost my mom. I long for their voices and their life's lessons to be passed on to me. Men are wonderful, I have quite a few in my life that I love and respect, but a woman's voice is what I often wish to hear. My aunt and I have grown closer over the last year, which I'm grateful for. And I have my mom's cousin who I'm so glad to know. She's the last link to my mom's family really.
I think I'm missing the older generation's stories and traditions. But what I really wish is for them to see me today. I want them to see the woman who I have become - in part because of them being in my life when I was young. I wish for my mama to see me now - beginning to design my own shapes and molding them into a beautiful life.
My mama - circa early 1940s
Me - May 2008
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