You can quit a job. I can’t quit being a mother. I’m a mother forever. Mothers are never off the clock, mothers are never on vacation. Being a mother redefines us, reinvents us, destroys and rebuilds us. Being a mother brings us face-to-face with ourselves as children, with our mothers as human beings, with our darkest fears of who we really are. Being a mother requires us to get it together or risk messing up another person forever. Being a mother yanks our hearts out of our bodies and attaches them to our tiny humans and sends them out into the world, forever hostages.” ― Shonda Rhimes,
I have always sung ” You Are My Sunshine” to the kids, and it is the song that Miss Julia most relates to our quiet time together. When she is sad, sick, stressed, or missing me, she will sing it to me softly and, if possible, stroke my face and hair.
Last year, for Christmas, Miss Julia received this beautiful blanket, which I keep hung over the back of my Mama’s rocking chair. When moving us in the house, my cousin Chris specially picked its spot by the window, so that the light comes softly and beautifully in the panes.
My Mama graduated in June 1975. I was born in December. Her own grandmother, my Great-Granny Sarah Etta Bryant, bought her the chair for a graduation gift. My earliest memories are of Mama rocking us in it and, eventually, she rocked her own grandchildren it the chair.
Now, I get to rock them, too.
And, one day, I will get to rock my own grandbabies in this same chair, singing “You Are My Sunshine,” just as my Mama did with me. I hope I have tons of them. Houses are meant to be overflowing with children.