Marking a Milestone

Today, I celebrate my mother. Fifty years ago she delivered me into the world almost by herself. She didn't really have a choice in the matter because I decided to be born while the doctor was in the hallway talking to my dad. As the nurse entered the room and saw my early arrival, she screamed for my mother to wait for the doctor. But really, what woman can wait when Baby says the time is now? It was probably the only time in my life when I was early for anything.

Refrigerator Art

 

I have adored this woman my whole life. Even when I was small and throwing a toddler tantrum, I drew a picture of my mother as the devil, but she was a happy, smiling devil. I couldn't really be mad at her.

Baby Lori

 

We stayed close through all my growing up years. She may remember otherwise, but I recollect very few teenage fights. Yes, I was pouty, but I remember having the feeling that she was always right and looking out for my own good.

New York 2008

In all of my adult life, we only lived in the same state for a few months way back in 1984. We have stayed close through phone calls and cross-country visits. I cherish our conversations about books and literature, raising kids, things we worry about, and moments of pride. I know that if we ever have the opportunity to live in the same vicinity, we would be the closest of friends. How lucky I am to have this woman in my life! Thanks for my birthday, Mom!