“I Remember Mama”–Do any of you remember that TV show way back when or the even older black and white movie of the Swedish immigrant family in San Francisco?
Lyn Cote here–This is the month we celebrate mothers and I want to share a fond story of my complex mother. I must have been around 10 years old. That spring I found a baby robin sitting featherless in its broken shell on the ground, the destroyed nest lying nearby. I looked around and saw no mother bird. I quickly cradled the little robin in my hand an ran home. Of course, my mother had a bird cage in the basement and soon Billy Boy (named by Mama) was in the cage. Mama fed him bread soaked in milk–probably not what a biologist would have suggested.
But Billy Boy survived and thrived on it as Mama fed him around the clock. When the time came, Mama took him out to the clothesline pole (remember those?) and sat him on it and before long he was coasting down to a landing and then after watching the other birds, he flew!
For the next three years Billy Boy returned to that clothesline every spring and would sing there until Mama came out to “talk” to him. Then the fourth spring he didn’t return. Sad but Billy Boy had three good years and no doubt a story to share with other robins along his way. In my latest series family relationships are the main thread. Book 1 of Opposites Attract is Only Her Heart. For more info, click here. And yes, I remember Mama. What about yours? What stories linger in your mind?–Lyn