Hallmark cards, potpourri, home-made macaroni necklaces aside, Mother’s Day is a sweet holiday and a time to reflect. For many of my close personal friends – and my own mother included – Mother’s Day is a bittersweet reminder that they no longer have their mothers present in their daily lives. As it happens my Nana’s Yahrzeit (anniversary of her passing) falls typically on the Friday before Mother’s Day. I’m both a mother, and a daughter, a girl who lost her Nana at 10 years old, a wife, and a friend to many incredible, courageous, smart and strong women.
I’m grateful to each and every one of the mothers in my life:
– …my own mother who comes tidies up our house in such a way that when M comes home he says “Was your mother here today?” because he knows that even I can’t keep a house that clean. Who models every day to me how to be a good mom.
– …my mother in law who asks clearly and often, “What can I do to help?” and help often comes in the way of home-cooked meals, kid pickups, or the long-loved kid sleepover in Ross.
-…my friends EJ, SM, and AD, who like my own mother lost their mothers way too early, and carry with them daily spirit and strength to keep memories alive, and are good and present mothers to their own children not to mention great sources of support for me these last 6 months.
-…my (sometimes) amazing, always-loveable children whose tight hugs when they wake up from a deep sleep make me breathe in their scent and the feel of their soft child-like skin is something I’ll savor as they whisper to me, “You’re the best mommy,” and for that moment, I truly believe it.
-…my cousins and aunts who through their kindness and generosity show that love has no bounds and family is forever.
-…my amazing girlfriends – all mothers themselves – who laugh with me, cry with me, share secrets with me, offer advice – unsolicited and solicited – we are warriors navigating and negotiating the tricky path of motherhood together!
– …my own daughter, who is not yet a mother, but someday will be as her aspirations at the tender age of 9 are to be “A mommy and a Pop Star,” and I think that’s just dandy, who thinks I’m beautiful in every way and thinks everything can be fixed by a “huggy.”
Happy Mother’s Day!