I miss my mom, and the things I used to do for her to celebrate this day -- the gifts and cards and brunches and giggles over Bugs Bunny and the ball games and everything else that we shared. How I wish she could see my life now -- my family and friends and the things I'm doing out in the world. I'd like to think she'd be happy for me.
My mom was a deep, complicated, beautiful, sad, smart, funny lady who did her best to raise two independent, smart daughters. Was she perfect? Far from it. But in the end, her daughters grew up and, I'd like to think, recognized and embraced those pieces of her inside them, and incorporated them into the smart, creative women they grew to become. Our parents come to inhabit us in all sorts of ways, and while some of them make us wince in recognition, others of them are beautiful. Thank you, Gloria, for being my Mom. I love you more than the whole wide world's fair.