As the youngest child I squirmed The moment a baby came into view. I could count on my mom’s giant OH then a massive, gargoyle grin and the goo goo gah gah ridiculousness that would bubble over and ooze on the child.
I didn’t remember this face used on me, But only because I out grew it. And maybe I thought she should Look that way at me, even then.
But mostly, I was just embarassed, of the fool my mom would be.
Fast forward. I saw my friend’s infant, yesterday. My face instantly contorted, “OH” then all teeth, instantly rewarded with a toothless giggle.
I smell like me. I am who I say I am. Which meaning do I seek? Martha? Oh lady, mistress? Max, a diminutive of greatness? Née surname Balsiger, of the Palzing region, A rush of blood recognition when I’m in Bavaria. Adopted to Torrens of Torrance of Torrance north of East Kilbride or of Glasgow. Married to Despain meaning D’Espagne a French pointing labeling: “Spaniard.” Married to Frazier. Sweet French kiss of strawberries from a Scottish vale. The Bard asks, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet” And I smell like me. MaxieJane Frazier Née, again.