Her breath I breathe...

She had me when she was 18; I can’t imagine what pain I caused her even before I breathe my first air outside her womb, delivered normally in a breach position…whew! I wouldn’t elaborate on the pains I caused her after my birth; I guess I also gave her happiness all those years. After all, Mama thinks I am loving and compassionate despite being authoritative and sometimes a nagger.

Today, Mama turned 60 and I sang “Happy Birthday” to her on the phone. I can’t well enough summarize how she meant to me so I just borrowed this quote from Washington Irving…this is exactly how she is to me...I love you Mama, for all that you are.

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.