The last of the lists is from the first and original of the grandkids. Ezra made me a mammy. He made up the name “Mammy”, as I was originally thinking about Marmie, like the beloved Marmie in Little Women. But Ezra came into the world, big and loud and perfect and that’s the way I love him. My love is big and loud and with my whole heart. His list was the last to be read as we celebrated Mother’s Day and he kept saying “Oh, I shoulda’ put that!” during the other readings. Meanwhile, Eliza Jane, 6, began to cry during the reading of Ezra’s list, because she thought “…you like everyone else’s list better than mine.”
Kids!…(Especially kids when they are siblings.) They could not know that every list was just exactly the right one.
My favorite one on Ezra’s list? Of course, I love the “Bible studies” one. But the fishing one evokes some pretty big memories…and the cleaning/cooking of some pretty small bream. (Last time, he caught a large-mouth bass. But that little bass’ mouth was almost bigger than all the rest of him.) Fishing is “our thing”…just Ezra and me. The others are sometimes along. But Ezra’s the one who’s all up in my personal space while we’re baiting, unhooking, and releasing the turtles. His line is often over mine, especially if he saw I was getting a bite. His hook is often in the trees. He’s the first to see if somebody is in “our spot.” His voice is big and excited and it carries on the water.
He can have all my personal space. Also, I think I would not clean catfish for anyone but Ezra.
