before i left the house i asked my mom for another sign
backing out of the driveway, i asked again
driving down the street i thought about these license plates i've seen lately--one was "mom," one was an unusual nickname my daughter called her, and one was an obscure nickname i called her.
i thought--"well, i guess i've seen them all. now i just need to see a license plate with your name on it."
so--about ten/fifteen minutes later, as i was listening to an emerson, lake and palmer song called "from the beginning" as i sat in a traffic jam and decided to move into the right lane that seemed to be moving a bit, the line from the song said:
"you see it's all clear,"
and i looked at the plate on the car in front of the car i had just been behind moments ago... and it was my mom's name!
and the song continued, "you were meant to be here..."
and i burst into tears.
it was her name! not a popular name by any means--and there were no extra letters or numbers on the plate.
just her name.....
"...from the beginning."
thank you, mom, for all the signs you give me that let me know that you are here--reaching out to me across the dimensions. please don't stop.