Mum's still here
Those of you who know me personally, know that my Mum passed away 2 years ago. She was the single most important influence on my life, and her passing has been the greatest loss. What I miss most is just the constant, supportive presence of the one person in this world who knew me best and loved me unconditionally.
At this time of year, when the world is locked in the depths of winter's sleep, and the double anniversaries of her birth and her passing occur within 9 days of each other, she is on my mind. She is both achingly present, and painfully absent.
On the anniversary of her passing, I was able to spend some time with my dearest friend, who helped me over the hump, and gently guided me to peaceful thoughts of her love and care for me. And then, one week later, the two of us journeyed 4 hours north, to Mum's hometown, for her birthday. And the day was full of joy, beauty, and laughter - the way that Mum would have liked.
Thanks, Coach - you're a gem.
Today, while home with a bout of bronchitis (gotta love winter in the northeast), I decided to get in a bit of "spring cleaning". The sun is streaming in the windows, and it's just beautiful - so why not do a little tidying while I'm waiting around for my ginger chai to come to a simmer?
I came upon a shopping bag with a few old magazines, that I had picked up but never read. I tossed them, and then found a page from a magazine, which had been put into a plastic page protector. … Ah, Mum's been here… she used to do this all the time: find an article that she thought I'd like, and along with a few other little things, hang it on my front door and then be on her merry way.
The lyrics of this song remind me so much of my childhood. But of course, Mum knew that. She knew, better than anyone.
Don't Laugh at Me by Allen Shamblin and Steve Seskin I'm a little boy with glasses The one they call the geek A little girl who never smiles 'Cause I've got braces on my teeth And I know how it feels To cry myself to sleep I'm that kid on every playground Who's always chosen last A single teenage mother Tryin' to overcome my past You don't have to be my friend But is it too much to ask Don't laugh at me Don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Someday we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me I'm the cripple on the corner You've passed me on the street And I wouldn't be out here beggin' If I had enough to eat And don't think I don't notice That our eyes never meet I lost my wife and little boy When someone crossed that yellow line The day we laid them in the ground Is the day I lost my mind And right now I'm down to holdin' This little cardboard sign, so… Don't laugh at me Don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Someday we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall I'm deaf, I'm blind, Hey, aren't we all Don't laugh at me Don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain In God's eyes we're all the same Someday we'll all have perfect wings Don't laugh at me |
Oh yes, Mum knew me best. And she's still here, every step of the way - reminding me that every time I offer compassion to another hurting soul, I'm helping to heal the little girl who was always ridiculed, the one who was beaten up in the schoolyard, the one who was never accepted, no matter how hard she tried. The little girl who's still inside me.




