I had a t-shirt that said “Little Rookie” on it. Why do I remember that? I barely remember anything from my childhood. But that, for some reason, has stuck out to me for all these years.
I don’t remember exactly what the t-shirt looked like. I imagine it to be kind of a Tom-boyish t-shirt. Something sporty like a character riding a bike or playing soccer on it. Or maybe I am just making that part up. I don’t know. But I do know that the words “Little Rookie” were definitely sprawled across the front of it.
I am assuming you bought that t-shirt for me. Do you remember where you got it? Zellers? 🙂 It was around that age, I think, when you worked at Zellers. What was that like, being there at work? Who did you work with? Sam Uncle? Did you like going to work every day? Were there regular customers who knew you? What was your favorite part of the job? What did you really hate about it? Why did I never ask you these questions while you were here? Maybe I did, but things have become so cloudy for me. I know you also used to say that you wished you could remember more about our childhood and growing up. But you had a lot to do, Mom. That was too much to remember.
Besides, it is not the details of the days that passed that were important. It was the feeling. And I want you to know that you always made us feel loved and taken cared of. I know you went to work each day to take care of us. I know you wanted to spend that time with us more. But you were an extraordinary mom. You did everything- you were the breadwinner, the nurturer, the caretaker, the father, the protector, the cook and the teacher. You taught us a lot, mom, through your actions, through your love, through your energy. The kind of energy only a loving mother could give.
That has stuck with me, and will continue to stick with me forever. There were some words you used as nicknames for me. One of them was “Rook”. Was that some kind of term of endearment used in our culture? Or where did it come from? I was going to say What does it mean. But sometimes, a meaning like a definition doesn’t seem so necessary when a feeling comes across from it more strongly. Sometimes, the feeling is more important. So “Rook” took on its own meaning to me. I could feel the love and tenderness you were putting across through the word or name. It made me feel very special. It had a special quality to it.
So the combination of that and the Little Rookie t-shirt made Rookie stand out in my mind and heart a lot. You calling me “Rook” didn’t have anything to do with the t-shirt did it? Or did you buy the t-shirt because you called me “Rook”? I am assuming it was only a coincidence.
But it stayed with me. That word. And the phrase “Little Rookie”. So much so that in the past, I was using it for several years for passwords on various accounts I signed up for online. It’s funny how these things get embedded without us knowing it, right?
And so… the other day, when I was driving and again was struck by the license plate I noticed on another parked car (you know by now, this has been happening to me often), you can understand even more now why I wondered. I wondered if you again had anything to do with it. Or maybe the Universe planted it there to pass on a message from you to me.
The license plate said ROOKIE.
I stared at it and then, as I have done in the past, I went around the corner and came back to that car. Stopped in a place where I could get out of my car and could take a picture of the plate. It was like I wanted to show it to someone. To have “proof” that it really showed up. But then I wanted to ask someone if it was just a coincidence or a real sign. And I had no one to ask. No one that I would believe maybe anyway, because how would they prove that they knew?
I guess, once again, it’s all about belief. What we want to believe and what we don’t want to believe.
I don’t know what I believe in these situations anymore. But what I do know, and I’ve said this before, is that I will just break myself down if I don’t believe in something, in these possible moments of magic, between me, and you and the Universe.
Will I ever know the answers even at the end of my life? I am trying to live my life for you, Mom. But I can’t help with all the questions. I hope one day, there are answers, and the answers prove that all these ‘coincidences’ I see and feel have not been coincidences at all. But just proof that my mom is happy and at peace. And that a mother’s love never dies. And my mom just wanted to sparkle each of my days with a little message from her telling me that she is somewhere beautiful, being taken cared of. So there is nothing for me to worry about.
Love always, your Little Rookie- Rook (Ruk, or Ruku) You always had variations on it. And I loved them all.