Greenpastures313’s Weblog

Happy birthday, Mother. You were the first person that ever mattered to me,  when I was too young and too newborn to know it. Your’s was my first kiss, on the cheek, the fingers. Did you kiss my little toes? Did you coo in a soft voice and coaxe a smile or a fluttering of my eyes? Did you dream about me? Did you utter soft lullabys in the days and months awaiting my arrival? Did I hear you while in your womb? Yes, I must have. You imprinted me with your soft hands and gentle hugs. Who devised my name? Was it you alone or by committee?  Thank you for that. You worked hard allyour life, and still you work, taking care of your children and grandchildren in ways we often take for granted. Thank you. I spoke with you today on the phone. You sound just like you always have. I hear only hope and faith in your voice. I’m sorry that year I forgot, no not really forgot, but just didn’t say “happy birthday.” When I tell you I love you I mean it. It’s just that those words aren’t enough. There is not language for what I really want to say. Can the son love his mother so much that his heart bursts? His eyes leak affection and longing? Happy birthday, Mother. Happy birthday, giver of life.