
I suppose it could have been from Michael Jackson or Ted Kennedy, but in my mind it could have only been from my mother. My mother and my father both died when I was 18, my mother a few weeks after my 18th birthday and my father a few months later. In all the years since then, when I find a penny on the ground I think of my mother. I don't know why that started, but it has always been a comfort to think of her in that "I'm here" way. I'm glad to find something else that brings that sense of connection to my mind.
Since I've never had a mother as an adult I have not had that relationship to look to in knowing how to be a good mother to my adult children, but I have still looked to my mother for guidance.
My children have been adults for a long time, but I still sometimes wonder how to be the best mother,and now also grandmother, that I can be. That has been on my mind lately, so I'm choosing to think of finding the feather as a sign from my mother that "it's okay" and "I'm here to help". And if I'm just being fanciful, I'm sure my children will give me a little more tangible guidance.