Blog Tour Stops:
Yesterday I visited DL Hammons - From Contest Fail to Contract Win
Today I am at Katie O'Sullivan's blog - A Day in the Life of Detective Avrianna Heavenborn
As well as, Beverly Stowe McClure's blog - 10 Pizza Toppings Your Probably Never Considered
Last year I contributed to a book titled “Dear Mom,” a project dedicated to the mother/daughter relationship, with a letter to my mom. Countless other daughters did the same. These letters were used for a play, which had its premier last 2014 in Philadelphia. Even though they put "Christine Fey" as my name in the contributor's list, and above my letter put "Texas" as my location (I live in Florida), I am still very honored to have had a part in this amazing project.
|My mom and I last August at my brother's wedding.|
Here’s my letter:
As a baby, you nurtured me. When I was born only six pounds and was rapidly losing weight, threatened with being put back into the hospital, you sweetly stuffed me with food to keep me in your arms at home. As a child, you taught me how to read and write; the very two things that have become my passion. You taught me how to smile the same smile that you have, and laugh. And yes, you taught me how to love. Quietly.
As a teenager, you nurtured me again. When I was enveloped in pain from scoliosis, lying with my face buried in my pillow, you would massage my sore back with your arthritis fingers so I could fall asleep. After the surgery to correct my spine, you took care of me every second of every day. I felt a lot of pain, shed tears, and had many bad days, but you were there for it all.
Moving with a rod screwed into my spine was very difficult at first. Walking to the mailbox would drain my energy, but you walked with me to help me build my strength, gently pushing me to go a few steps farther each time. You slathered ointment onto my sensitive scar and even shaved my prickly legs.
Throughout my teenage years, we moved many times because we didn’t have the money to stay in one place, but you kept a roof over my head no matter what. For awhile, I didn’t have a bed to sleep on, but I always had a room to sleep in, and that is all thanks to you. You did what you had to do to keep me sheltered and to keep food in my belly, even walking to work in the blaze of Florida heat.
As a young lady, you taught me to never give up. When I left high school, you never made me feel like a failure. You helped me to keep my chin up and push for the future that we both knew I could have.
Although I am older now, you still do so much for me. You understand me and the situation I am in that is keeping me locked in place, like a ballerina stuck on a jewelry box. You are content with helping me until my true destiny decides to kick in. Whenever it does, you are happy waiting with me. And you are the best passenger I could ask for!
In a million years, I will never be able to pay you back for all you have done and are still doing for me. If you weren’t you, I would be lost. You are my writing buddy, my healer, and my friend. Someday, I hope to be able to do for you what you have done for me. After all, you raised me into the woman I am today, and for that I am so very thankful.
Your Quietly Loving Daughter
|So many of our baby pictures look the same.|
|This one was taken on her birthday a few years ago.|
QUESTIONS: What would you say to your mom in a letter? What did you do on Mother’s Day?