Tag: Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day

I became a mother at the age of 24. Sometimes I wish that fact gave me a pass on the first 10,000 mistakes I made. I was so young. What did I know? But there are no passes for any of us. We are…

Worry Wear

I was recently asked the question: “What advice would you give to your 22-year old self?” Several tidbits came to mind: Make your own money. Keep going to school. Don’t worry about being the only woman in class. Remember other women are your sisters…

Last

The fourth baby was almost seven years old. Adopting an older child is not like adopting a baby. It is, as they say, a horse of a different color. It is an act somewhere between liberating someone from prison and taking them hostage. I’d…

The Third Baby

The third baby put me face to face with the concept of overreach. I’d started thinking about adopting another boy minutes after the first one landed in Milwaukee. Adoption is addictive in the extreme. If one orphan is good, two or three or four…

The Second Baby

I know what it is to be a perfect mother. I was one once. But it didn’t last. I was shocked into perfection by the surprise adoption of this two-year old boy from Nicaragua. He was small and thin, birdlike. And he was very…

We Get Better with Time

This much is clear to me about being a mother. Age makes us better. Death makes us extraordinary. My mother, gone now twelve years, has reached near sainthood. When the local paper solicited photos of mothers ‘no longer with us’ along with a short…

Today is the Day We Wash All the Black Bras

I handed my little granddaughter one black bra and told her to put it down the laundry chute. Then called to her, “Hey, take this one, too.” She waited for me to toss it. “Today is the day we wash all the black bras.”…

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