Tonight as my youngest graduated, I was so so aware of how very fast our days have gone by and how far we have come together as a family. I was especially thinking though of K and her triumphant spirit.
Very shortly after she came to live with me when she was 7 years old, K came home with an essay about me. It was a very generous gift to her new mom. It is one of my great treasures, and I just had to share some of the cute things she wrote.
I love my mom’s voice. Her voice is sweet like honey in your mouth, calm like water in the sea, low and special. Her voice is mad and roaring like a lion when I am in trouble. Her eyes are brindled and sparkling like the stars in the sky at night, shining in the darkness. Her hair is long all the way down to her neck. It is curly as curly Q’s. She has lips as thin as a pencil lead and happy as day. She has skin white as a peach. Her legs are thin as pens and pencils and long as my arms. Her smile is rose as a ton of roses in a field and sweet as sugar. Her face is as ordinary as ordinary could be and loving as her heart.
Even though we sometimes come across boring agendas where I sometimes fall asleep. Still she takes time for me and my sister. I never have to worry about what I do in the coming week because she has it all planned out and worked out that’s why she is special to me. You can never hardly find a mother as intelligent as she is. I love her. I will never forget her. Not even when she dies.
She may go on to become a prolific novelist or dynamic educator, but I will always contend that this is one of her best pieces of work. It cracks me up every time I read it, and then it makes me weepy at her sweet innocence, and the generosity of spirit of a little girl who took me straight into her heart even as her heart was broken and sad for her other mom. I am grateful .