Have you ever looked at a photo of your mother before she was your mother?
I mean, reallllly looked at it?
I do not yet know this woman, who will one day be my mother, but I feel so connected to her.
I can hear her young, carefree laugh.
I can see her shyly smiling while pushing my father away as he tries to go in for a kiss on the second date.
I envision her standing outside the salon she works at, smoking a cigarette in between giving haircuts.
I see her hopes and dreams, her fears and failures.
Does she already love me?
I see her.
Dancing, painting, loving, saying “I do”, smiling, crying, giving birth, learning, sighing, laughing, creating, giving birth again, loving, playing, traveling, giving, parenting, praying, crying, drinking, spinning, loving, learning, gardening, forgiving, cooking, loving, longing, being, singing, doing, seeing, loving, loving, loving, dying
I see it all.
At least I want to.