Happy Birthday, Mom!

Barely old enough to talk, I explained to you that when I was the mother and you were the little girl, I didn’t do that to you. And science has proven that I may have known exactly what I was talking about. But it’s spirit that assures me that I did. Life is so very cool.

Here we are, almost 67 years later; and I am privileged to take care of you. Apparently, my role as mother was not yet satisfied. And I still had much to learn about loving unconditionally from a pure place. Ram Dass said, “You think you’re so enlightened, go and spend a week with your parents.”

And since you have shared so much about your relationship with your own mom, I know you can appreciate those words. I am, with you, in graduate school, learning to love from a pure place.

Thank you, Mom, for knowing my naked heart and my love, and for allowing me to know yours.

And so it is that we celebrate you, with the words of Hafiz, “Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.”