Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, October 25, 2012 at 04:38 PM.

The party napkins remind me of Mama’s words; they were not fancy or expensive, but they were pretty and meaningful. 

In the napkins, I found an orange envelope with my name and birth date on it.  It was sealed.  I figure it was a card Mama was saving for me or had forgotten to give me.

My name was printed, the month was written in cursive.  I laughed.  I remembered a professor in college telling me that I probably had a learning disability because in some of the papers I submitted; I would sometimes go from cursive to printing and back again. 

The professor worried me with this revelation, so I asked Mama about it.  What did she say?  Mama said, “Oh, I do the same thing.”  That made it alright.  I never worried about it anymore.  These days, most of my words are typed and if I feel like printing, I will print.  If I feel like writing in cursive, I will write in cursive.  If I feel like doing both, I will do both.


Because Mama said it was alright.

Studying the envelope, I held up to the light.  I couldn’t see through it.  It was a birthday card; I knew it was. 

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