A Day At The Track

Dear Gina:

It’s Saturday, April 8, 2000 and do you remember what we did together today? Well maybe you won’t right off, but let me describe it in detail. I let you sleep in, and then as soon as I heard you in the bathroom, I called out your name and asked what your plans were for the day. You began by telling me that you were going to Lindbergh to run the track. And then you did something I didn’t think would happen. You asked me if I wanted to go with you. Did I! About a year ago, when I was walking at St. Anthony’s track, I asked you if you wanted to go with me, but I guess you weren’t ready for it yet. Anyhow, I’m glad you caught up, and I’m glad I waited. We joked and talked while we got ready. You commented on my attire -- not suitable-- I was wearing open-toed shoes, slacks and a tunic top, and of course all my jewelry. I was comfortable though. Thanks for not being embarrassed and for loving me in spite of who I may occur to other to be (like crazy maybe)!

We had a great conversation on the ride over to the track and I remember making a joke that we weren’t going to Lindbergh, we were going to THIN-bergh, remember? Thanks for not being embarrassed when I broke into dance and began to sing while walking on the track. Thanks for letting me be me. Thanks for laughing with me, and for being my friend. There is a wonderful joy that comes over a mother when she knows, in her heart of hearts, that her daughter enjoys sharing her life with her mom.

Later in the day, in another conversation, you reminded me that I had a choice about something (as if I didn’t know) and at that moment, I saw you being the mentor instead of me. You will make a great mother some day cause you are practicing on me now.

I’ll always carry this day in my heart and in my memories, and have something to reflect on when you are not so available to me. And now, so will you. Love, Mom