Raised in the south, our family employed a maid who came to work for us most weekdays to cook and clean and take care of my sister and me. And she was one of the most important people in my life.
She died 5 years ago this week. And I’m missing her mightily.
I’ve written about her a lot in my life, and I’ve written about the unique relationship between black maids and white children in the south. And I wrote my Masters thesis on that topic. It’s a complicated one, of course, and one that white girls really don’t know the half of.
But today it’s too tender to share or to give more words to. What I do want to say today, on this particular blog, is that I benefitted from her care and love because her own children went without as much of her time and energy as they probably would have liked to have had, so that she could support them by taking care of me.
And I want to thank them. So… “Mary and Howard, Mattie meant the world to me. Thank you for sharing her.”