Here’s a story about my double Aquarius friend, Kay. Actually, it’s about her mother who was a pure marvel.

Kay’s mother was a Scorpio. She lived out of state and I never had the opportunity to meet her, but I saw her fine hand all over the place. She shored up my friend in the most magical ways. She was awesome and I don’t use that word often.

For example, Kay had a lot of cool stuff at her house. She was a trash-picker, like so many Aquarians are. She had a Libra Moon, and a beautifully decorated house because of it. Stuff from dumpsters mixed with antiques, back when this was cutting edge.

Every once in awhile, I would see something really striking and ask where she got it. A trinket, a book, or some figure or a piece of fabric. Whatever. Invariably she would tell me her mother sent it, and there would always be a story.

The woman had a knack for finding objects so tailored to her daughter that it was jaw-dropping. Compare this to a mother who buys something she wishes her daughter liked. Or thinks she should like. Ugh. The things this woman sent her daughter were so uniquely her, a friend like me could spot it in an instant, and know it could never belong to anyone but her.

The stories varied. Once, regarding a doll…

“My mother bought that for me when I was eleven, but she waited fifteen years to give it to me…”

The thing would have been to China and back, and steeped in meaning, of course.

“My mother saw that, and it made her think of something I said four years ago, so she bought it!”

“Yeah?”

“She said it was good, but not good enough for me,” she smiled. “So she had to add some red to the hair, to make it right. So she did it! And now it’s just right!” she beamed. “It’s supposed to look like me and I think it does!” she said happily, with a huge smile. “My mother is so cool…”

She turned the doll to face me and the expression on its face was a dead ringer for one I’d seen cross Kay’s face a thousand times. I just shook my head. Kay and the doll had the same energy, and it was obvious this was a mother who loved and cherished her children as individuals. There were other daughters who were also provided with things just right.

So one day we were on a plane going to Las Vegas. Kay was a little nervous about air travel. I had never been in a plane with someone afraid to fly before, so I don’t think I was much help. Fear of flying was just not in my reality at the time, but in hindsight I can see she was really very frightened.

Ten minutes into the flight, her panic began to rise. She started talking kind of fast. It was almost like her stomach was going off. Excuse me, but it as if her panic was rising like vomit.

“Oh no. I’m kind of afraid. Darn it. I didn’t want to do this. I don’t want to be afraid. We’ll make it though,” she said.

I looked over at her like she was nuts. “Huh? Of course we’re going to make it,” I said.

“Well, this is pretty scary. This doesn’t scare you?”

“No,” I laughed. “Are you really scared?”

“Yes. No. I mean no. I’m not scared. My mother is here.”

“Huh?”

“She’s here. She’s holding up the plane, with her hands.”

“Huh?”

“I talked to her last night. She knows we’re flying today. She knows we’re flying, right now. My mother knows. She told me not to worry, because she would hold the plane up with her hands and guide it through the air. She’s also going to make sure that we land safely and as gently as possible.”

I’d never heard anything like this is my life. Kay looked like she might cry. And that would have been a first. But I was the one who cried. I was the one who bawled. She kept talking:

“I’m sure we won’t crash. My mother wouldn’t let this plane drop. No way is she going to do that. She said she would stay with us the whole way.” She turned to look at me, with a smile on. “So there. So how about I just relax and enjoy this ride? I’m just going to shut up and let my mother do her thing.”

She exhaled, and this is when I knew that she has the coolest mother on the planet. I always figured that anyway.

“Well, it is a smooth ride,” I said.

She punched me in the arm. “What do you expect? It’s my mother, doin’ it. She really loves me.”

I reclined my seat and felt her mother’s hands under the plane. It was nice. Real nice.

I didn’t have any children at the time, but I wanted them. And this is when I promised myself if I were ever fortunate enough to have them, I would always hold their planes up.

The End

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