This is my favorite photo from this series because when I see it, I think of how much I look like my mom. People tell us all the time how much we look alike but we both don’t see it. Here I see it. Any green in my eyes I get from my mother. I have the same lips and same mannerisms. Anything dreamy or mystical I like, I got from her.
She loves bohemian dresses, rose gold vases, 70’s styled sunglasses, delicate jewelry, quaint little downtowns with art cinemas and fancy boutiques. She loves coffeeshops and bookstores we can wander around.
She has that dreamy, mystical sweet essence but she’s strong too. I saw her 4 years ago battling for her life, hooked up to machines as she suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm. The first night she was there I stayed in the family room. I cried out loud and prayed silently and out loud. I talked to her friends and coworkers. I didn’t know what I’d do without her. I felt so alone in that room, with my mom just steps away from me hooked up to all sorts of machines keeping her alive. When the surgeons came running down the hallway excited like a scene from a movie, I knew. I knew she was going to be okay.
Now we celebrate her aneurysms shrinking over dinner. We get coffee and I live close to her but I still miss her at times. I still need her and count on her. She’s my mom and I adore her.
Happy Mother’s Day!