First Mother’s Day
I recall my first Mother’s Day spent with my mom and family in New York. There was a feeling of pride as I sat at her table, wearing the corsage that my sentimental brother-in-law, Mickey, had given to me while our young daughter, Lucienne, played at our feet.
I experienced the feeling of belonging, being special, not a member of a club, but more of a community. As soon as I had a child of my own, I was struck with the huge task it would be to guide a child from infancy through adulthood making choices and setting examples that would transform that child into a fully realized adult. Only then did I understand the hard work, time and effort my own Mom had put into my intellectual and emotional education for so many years, and more clearly the sacrifies that were made on my behalf.
So this day I raise a glass to my mom and Mom’s everywhere,
the foster moms,
the moms who adopted,
the mother’s to be
- anyone who has ever cradled, caressed, cared for or contributed to the well being of a child.