I first met my mom back in July of 1973. “The Sting” won the Oscar for best picture that year, the last US soldiers left South Vietnam and Bob Marley and the Wailers had just released the album “Exodus”. On the day I met my mom a new bond was born, but it took me 36 years to understand what she gave up to give me everything.
My mom stayed home to raise four kids while my dad traveled weekly for work. I was the oldest and most perfect child, but those siblings of mine were a handful ;). She cleaned up after us, cared for us and taught us so much, and the songs she sang in the kitchen will forever be my favorites.
It was about midnight four months ago when I heard a knock at the door. I was in labor at Good Shepherd Hospital in Barrington and my husband was falling asleep. (Say What!) My mom popped her head inside, she hadn’t told me she was coming, and distracted me through the night with stories about work and family. She was there when the new baby arrived just after 4AM.
My mom always knows what to give when I’m in need. She’s worked hard to make her kids feel loved and capable of anything. I didn’t realize what a big job this is until recently, when my own babies arrived. I never tell my mom this because we mostly talk about business these days, but I love her and I really dig that groovy hairdo she was wearing on the day that I was born.