When I remember my mother Ludie, it’s just wisps and fragments of memory that bring her back to me. But now I am going to see her. Will I run back to her, and if I do, will she hold me close or turn away?
Ludie is my mother, but I don’t really know her. I see her in pictures or video clips. I listen to my dad talk about her. I remember bits and pieces about her from when I was very small. But while they all add up to something, it’s not enough to make her real, to make her my mother, like the mothers of my friends. She’s still just Ludie.
And when I go running, wondering, back to her, what will she say when she sees me? What will she think? What will she do? And what will she think of me, the daughter she left behind so long ago? Will our lives, our hearts, ever touch, ever mend?
This Booktalk was written by librarian and booktalking expert Joni R. Bodart.