Baking bread, finding my mother, finding myself

I've started baking bread again, this time for myself and for those who happen to pass by as they come out of the oven..

I bake for solice, for life, for giving, I bake for myself. I had lost the memory of creating something for myself, something that brings me closer to my mother.....to her guidance, her wisdom, to her love...

I am like my mother, a thought that used to bring fear that I might be exactly like her, cough and all!!! I now know that I could never be my mother, she is much larger than life, larger than I could can ever hope to be. But somewhere deep inside of my genetic code she is there, guiding me through life's travails and helping me see myself clearer.

I bake becasue I learned from my mother to give, to care, to love and yes to cough (she still takes the cake in her cough volume)....