My mom took to calling me “Sarah-Lee” some time ago. It was a gradual transition but the nickname eventually caught on. So much so that I eventually started calling her “Mommy-Lee” in response. I imagine that this whole thing had something to do with the cake.
My mother most certainly has not had the easiest life. Growing up in a third-world country, coming to Canada in her 20s, getting an education, marrying, working and raising a family. Life has often been hard for her.
Which is why it always amazes me how she can also be so lighthearted and freely giving with her love. I know my mother loves me because she tells me so. “See you later, alligator,” she says to me right before we hang up the phone. “After a while, crocodile,” I reply. She laughs. She is 62 now and I am 29. Both of us are forever young at heart.
I thank my mother for that.
Happy Birthday, Mommy-Lee. Love you.
That’s very sweet.