The rain started out fast, and before I knew it my doll and I were drenched! I raced down the alley with my doll carriage, but Susie fell out and into the muddy alley.
I was hysterical, of course. My beautiful mother went out into the rain to look for her. I was stunned to realize that my mother was not completely magical. Even she, with all her wondrous powers, couldn’t find my beloved doll.
Ah, but two days later she came into the house carrying Susie! It turns out that the Doll Hospital had taken care of her and then called to say Susie was ready to come home.
Susie must have been very sick. Her skin wasn’t as cuddly, her eyes weren’t the same color, and her red hair was now brown. I missed her red plaid dress, but the blue dress they gave her in the hospital was pretty too. We went out to play. Twenty-five years came and went.
On a Wednesday morning in January, 1981, a cloud lifted from my memory, and I started to giggle. I called my Magic Mother. That wasn’t really Susie you brought home that day. Without missing a beat, she said, I’ve got the dumbest kids in America.
Neither rain, nor sleet, nor dark of night was going to keep her from consoling her little girl. She was going to find Susie, whether she had to swim to her, or dig her out of the mud, or enlist the “doll hospital” to do it. And you know what? She’s still rescuing me, still consoling me, still loving me, thirty years after her death. That’s the strongest magic of all.
Tell your mom, whether she is here or with God, a favorite memory of her.
Kathy McGovern ©2015. Originally published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks to my Mom!