I’m Here
As my mother
and I walked home from church. The rain pouring on that raw, November day in
1973. She, feeling low as I was age eleven. We stopped on the dirt road that led
away from the church and in the direction of our new home. My parent’s first
owned home, in their now sixteen year marriage. She paused as the near warmth
of our home lay waiting.
We held our
umbrella together. She began to fret over what she realized she could not and
had not been able to control in life. We then stood still, as the rain sunk
deeply into the puddles of the muddy road our feet stood upon. A look of desperation
was held in the grips of her sad lonely face. A woman of beauty torn by things
she could not control. Yet, felt responsible to do so for me. Mom conveyed she
was alone in her life’s journey, and that it was a torture of the unknown.
I responded, “I’m here…”
Mom replied, “I should have named you ‘Hope’…”
I think
about that day in the rain most often. And I know that ‘Hope’ has become my
middle name post-partumously. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher
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