My mom was in the car, he was behind the car, and I panicked because I couldn’t remember my right from my left, couldn’t picture the silverware drawer, and was too nervous and frantic to figure it out fast enough. ” She said, waaaay too slowly, “Well, Sue, you know. Here we are, looking at one of her dozens of photo albums. Here’s one of my favorites: She taught me that song when I was little, I wrote the words for it in one of my calendars, but only now, in the age of the Internet, do I get to give the tune with the words! My mom (and dad) gave me a stable childhood, something every child deserves — I think if everyone had that, the world would be a better place. And the more support moms everywhere get raising children, it just follows, the better our world would be.
What I need to do one day is to scan all her photos so I have them on the computer. The tables have turned and now we take pictures of her. Because no matter what the circumstances, no matter how much money they have, they are capable of being shelter in a storm, just by being there.
I continued to explore holistic healing modalities to help with my PCOS.
On my anniversary (March 2015), I received the bill from NYU for storage. I called in to pay the bill and my eggs are safe and sound. (I’m unsure what NYU’s procedure would be if the person did not pay for storage but I did not want to risk it.) Someone finally called me back and informed me that they were changing their billing system.
Just recently, I was talking to my aunt and she said her co-worker just had her first baby at 51. Knowing what I know now, I think I would have been more open and allowed a select few in for some support.
Honestly, that sweet face you see is the one I grew up with. Now she could dress the baby and feed the baby (and comb the baby’s hair) and it moved and drooled and cooed. By now I was my mom’s partner in crime, the “other mother.” These were “our” children.This is us in Las Vegas three years ago for a family reunion and her eightieth birthday (I should really call that birthday what she called it — her seventy-tenth). I celebrate Mother’s Day deep in my heart, it’s another chance to tell my mom what a FABULOUS, WONDERFUL, HEAVENLY MOTHER she’s been to me.One of the things I loved most about my mom is that she was always singing around the house. A lot has changed but also remained the same for me.I did not update last year (2015) since it was pretty uneventful.