I think about my mom every day, not just around Mothers Day. I think of her when my daughter’s impish grin takes me back in time to my mom as a little girl blowing bubbles with Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street, the same impish grin on her face. I think of her in the spring time-her favorite time of year. Soon the gardenias in my back yard will be blooming. I will fill my house with them the way my dad always filled our house with gardenias on her birthday. This photo of my mom, Courtney and me was taken aboard our family boat, Splendor. We shared such happy times as a family on the boat, my dad always taking pictures of us. I like this one in particular because it is very candid and casual and shows the naturalness of our life with our mom.
Now that I am a mother myself, Mothers Day has become a different kind of day for me. Bittersweet. It’s so sweet to be a mother to my daughter Clover and my stepsons Oliver and Felix. It’s bitter, of course, because my mom is not here to celebrate this day. This day that we would be celebrating side-by-side.
I remember that on Mothers Day, Courtney and I would draw my mom a picture and write her a little note. Recently, I was in our storage unit and I came across one of her diaries. Tucked in the back were all the sweet little notes and pictures we had drawn for her. She saved everything. It warmed my heart to see how carefully she had tucked those scraps of papers away.
My mom loved being a mom. Of all the roles she played, I do believe it was her favorite. The best way I know to honor her is to celebrate the mother that she was to Courtney and myself.
I wish all of you mothers and daughters a happy and beautiful Mothers Day. I thank you for loving my mom and for helping me continue to celebrate her talent, her beauty and her love of life.