Ten years ago I wrote this for my daughter to thank her for not only bringing me so much joy and happiness as I nurtured and watched her grow but also for telling me in her own subtleness who I truly was and giving me the meaning of life.
Twenty-Six years ago - I was given life. Up until then, I didn't have much of one. I was referred to as "my daughter," "my sister," "my pupil," "my wife," "my secretary;" Terms that indicated ownership by another person - chattel. No identity. An abyss of life - only existence. No future. No recourse - no hope. Never receiving love - only giving it. To a mass of ingrates. Why was I born?I asked myself this question a thousand times. What was God's purpose for me?Is this all there is? Then, after years, months, of waiting for an answer a wondrous event occurred. All of a sudden, I was transformed from a nobody into a somebody. And from that day forward, my life changed drastically. I finally had a respectable title. An identity all my own that no one can take away from me. That title gave me a purpose in life. A will to live. To struggle and strive for meaning and female fulfillness - if not greatness. I toiled not for people who would not reciprocate, but for a goal of a specialness that would one day glow in the fruits of my labor and return all the love I had so painfully to give. I was special. I was blessed I was honored. I was titled. I was "MOTHER." The vast and wondrous sea; Full of mysteries with no key to unlock them; Such as the Dolphins; Free and intelligent; Warm and caring; Helping those who need their special gifts. Yes.The sea carries majestic mysteries. I carried you.