If you read Dooce, then you've probably already read this article, but for those of you who missed it - you should... no you NEED to go there now. (Mama, click on the "this.")
Reading about Dani and her story, and the family that adopted her, really put all my recent goings-ons into perspective.
Unlike Dani's biological mother (if you could even call her that), my precious Mama has done nothing but encourage me, cry with me, and pray for me whenever times are tough.
Today, after listening to me go on and on through my tears, she reminded me of what each of her own parents would tell me. My sweet Bompa, who taught me to laugh, to love, and to search for the great in everything, would have said "You've gotta be tough, Jessy."
I can still hear his most gentle voice.
If anyone else I know told me that right now, I would probably tell them to "Buzz off" and that "I'm doing my best", but my Bomps could do no wrong in my eyes. He'd say those words, and then he'd grab my hands and dance me around the room to the music of Eddy Arnold. My cares were always trampled by his two-steppin' toes and his starry-eyed smile.
My Meema, (who is still alive, but is barely holding on despite a severe case of Alzheimer's), would have said, "Keep your chin up, Lovey." She was always calling people Lovey, and I know that it was a true testament to the fact that she really did love everyone.
And everyone loved her. I don't know of any other way to describe her beauty besides...
Radiating. Breath. Taking. Totally captivating.
Always taking care of others and making sure her brood was happy and well-fed, she would have baked my troubles right into a cherry pie. She would have folded my hurt in with the flour, and then she would have sprinkled the sugar right on top of my sting. I always got to pour in the cherries and finish the edge of the crust, and believe you me, I would have felt better with each little pinch of that dough. When it was done, we would have gobbled it up together, and my worries would be forever drowned in deliciousness.
Meema and Bompa were two of the wisest people I know, and their words, as well as their endless love, will stick with me forever.
My Mom is right. Meema and Bompa were right.
I've got to... and I'm going to
Be tough with my chin up
And until I get to the other side of this mess, I'll be dreaming of twirling and baking with my two beloved friends.