“Who I Am,” sung by Sara Evans is a heartfelt country number about the security of knowing and accepting yourself. One line in this song always brings me to the brink of tears. I heard it last while driving to pick up my daughter from Kindergarten, two days after my Mom left from a five-day visit to meet baby Ren.
Mom came to help with the laundry, cooking and baby rocking, those things that need attention with heightened frequency when a new baby arrives. I was so grateful for Mom’s time but most valued her company and continuing unconditional affection for my family and me.
The first lines of the song’s chorus go like this:
I am Rosemary’s granddaughter
the spitting image of my father
and when the day is done my momma’s still my biggest fan
And there it is, so simple and true and with me, every day of my life. While Mom was visiting, we celebrated her birthday. Linnea made a menu of Mom’s favorites and I baked a lemon curd cake.
I frosted the cake with Swiss meringue buttercream and added simple decorations with ribbon and round piping tips. Mom was pleased. The recipes for the cake, curd and icing can be found here.
My Mom’s name is Drusilla, after my grandmother, another special lady. Today, on Mom’s actual birthday, I wish her sweet things and long life, because I need her in my corner forever and ever. Happy Birthday!