January 3, 2019
My mother calls people "Darling." When I was younger, I thought it was normal to call people that (even strangers). Even now when I hear it, I hear it in her voice. One time I cried because someone cussed at me, but that's another story. Today, Mama turns 63. She looks 33. I got a lot of her traits. Her fidgeting. Her upper lip. Her feet. Her endless need to ask questions ("Just making conversation!" I am both annoyed and enamored by this.) I didn't get her generosity, her earnestness, her patience, her tenacity. She's who I aspire to be.