Today is my Birthday. At 10AM or so, I will be 52 years old.
The number doesn’t bother me, yet it feels so odd. Odd, a girl-child soul in a middle-aged body with the face of her long gone Mother, looking out from the mirror, and I can’t help but weep. Tears, not for my long gone youth, but for the Woman who gave me life, and who I miss dearly, especially today.
Oh this lil Pity Party won’t last too long, after all today is for celebrating, and dawn is just a few hours away. So I’ll roll around in the memories and regrets till the sun peeks out, wash my face, write a happy entry, and get on with my special day.
But until then, I weep and wonder how She felt 52 years ago today, and if She would have been Proud of her lil Cookie. I miss you Mommy and would give anything to lay my head in your lap, feel you stroke my hair, and unburden my sorrows, as I did as a child.
