Miracles and Mama

It's a miracle that I am able to write because I'm not supposed to exist. They told my mother that she would be unable to bear children following a partial hysterectomy in her late 20's. She didn't accept that as an answer and prayed for a child fervently until I was born on her 34th birthday.

Her prayer was answered, and I am here, and we've had many answered prayers over the years, she and I. She has been the one who kept track of all of our miracles and on days I was discouraged she reminded me of each one. "Remember that time you lost your green contact lens in the grass and we prayed and we found it?" Remember the time the post office said they didn't have your Avon package and we prayed and they went and checked again and it was there?" Remember that time when my friend was going to stop and give you a ride to work but didn't because she saw you walking with a big man, but no one was there? That was your guardian angel." Mama had a way of seeing miracles all around her and living your life with such a woman was a childhood filled with non stop wonder and faith and belief, because she believed everything and saw the spiritual so easily she helped tune my earthbound eyes heavenward to see my own miracles.

I've loved my mother every day of my life. We never had that separating of ways some mothers and daughters have - we stayed connected and in touch daily every day of my life.

Mother said her friends thought it odd that we talked every day and asked her "What do you have to say to each other every day?" Mama replied "All the things we won't be able to say after we're gone."

She had a good answer to every question.

We spoke for the last time on Friday May 18th. My mother took her final breath at 5:50 pm as I hovered over her singing her hymns because I didn't know what else to do.

They teach premarital classes to teach people how to be married. They teach childbirth classes to teach you how to have a baby. They teach parenting classes to teach you how to raise a child. But no one teaches a class on how to watch a parent die.

I can't teach that class either, I can only share my experience, and I shall.