Posted February 22, 2011 by
I know it's not time to really figure this out yet, but I spend a fair amount of time thinking about how to make sure that my parents are a part of Veronica's life. Right now, when she hears "Grandma and Grandpa" she automatically thinks of Greg's parents. I wonder how long it will be before she understands that she has another set of grandparents too.
And how long after that it will be before she asks me where they are.
And what I'll say when she does.
For now, I maintain their presence with photos. In her room there are about half a dozen pictures of my mother. They're beautiful old black and whites that were taken in the 1960s when my mother was in her early twenties.
I love these photos. I never saw any of them until after my mother was gone and I wish so much I could ask her about them, how old she was, where she was. I know she did a bit of modeling and that her older sister was in fact, a professional model. All I really know is that there are tons of these. From all different eras, in all kinds of locations. There's one set in particular that are hanging in V's room.
I adore them.
Veronica and I stand in front of them every once in a while.
Each time I ask her: Who is that?
Without fail she answers: Mama.
That's my mama, I say.
Mama, she insists, smiling at me.
And without fail, my heart fills up.