From growing up in our Church:
They drew a circle that shut me out —
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the will to win:
We drew a circle that took them in.
When I was little, I asked my mom if there was a heaven and she said she didn’t know. But that she would like to see her mother again. She died on her daughter's birthday, as I was born on the day her mother died many years later. God works in mysterious ways with life and death, the crucifixion and resurrection.
One of my favorite stories she used to tell me was when she was little. She told her younger brother, “Come eat these mud pies. They are so delicious and I just baked them in the sun. He came and gobbled them up. Hours later, he was pooping out rocks and crying on the toilet. Her mother said, ‘What made you do such a thing?’” She laughed when she was little and she laughed when she was older, telling me the story to my horror that my dear mother had such mischief in her.
When I was growing up, I used to use her sewing cutting board as the walls to my tea cafe. We would go to the mall and have Hot Sam’s pretzels. She taught me to be a feminist, to always earn my own money so I could spend my own money--that’s how she bought the pool and the pianos. I have inherited her love of catalogue shopping, celebrity biographies, and make up. She told me about Red Dye Number 9, how it was the best lip stick color, but they discontinued it because it was poisonous. Thank God for government/consumer regulations, because I think even knowing it was poisonous, she still would have used it. She is a character out of a Tennessee Williams play. She always loved Elizabeth Taylor for her beauty, but she always wrote the dialogue of my plays with her witty lines. I used to talk to her as she would put on her white panty hose for work and her perfumes. She taught me to be a career woman with her own life and friends who went for a margarita after a long shift. I always wanted to be a doctor or lawyer to make her proud, but she told me, “I’m just glad you are alive--all I want is for you to be happy.”
She has been my warrior. When Handley Elementary was being converted to a school for the gifted and talented when I was in kindergarten, she insisted I be tested even though my teacher had not recommended me because I was quiet and shy with a speech impediment. In fourth grade, word was out among the teachers that you don’t say anything negative about her daughter. She fought for me to be in theatre because she wished she would have majored in music and wanted me to do what I loved. She used to tell me when you got really mad, she would see red. Maybe that’s why red roses and Valentine’s Day were her favorites. She is a woman of pure passion.
Mom, I will miss your daily messages. I will miss being annoyed at you when you called me too early and I will miss how you put up with me when I was crabby after a day of teaching in the inner city. There is part of me which lived for you. I am so grateful you were here this past fall and you called me every day to make sure I was okay. I will miss your one-liners. I know you are always with me, inside my heart and head, these cells you have given life to. When I feel lost, like the Runaway Bunny, you are always there to find me.
When I was catering in NYC, someone said, “No one loves you like your mother.” I told her this and she said, “That’s true.”
When I put her on speaker phone, told her I was trying to convince the guy I was seeing to marry me and move in, and she said, “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Later, when I told the story to my best friend, we were laughing because he knew she wanted what was best for me. I will miss not having my mother to know what is best for me.
When she came to visit me in California, my students hung on her every word...she just has that star power, the life of a party. She befriended a stranger at my graduation who helped her find Audrey in a crowd among thousands because although she might not know how to use a cell phone, she could charm anyone she met. That day proved my faith that there is a force looking out for us and it all works out.
She carried our pictures in her purse with her everywhere she went. That’s how much she cherished us. Once she told me she never felt cherished. My prayer for her is that she now feels cherished. I know that I am not alone in the memories that I cherish with her.
