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… Continue Reading “On Mother’s Day”

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… Continue Reading “Worry Wear”

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… Continue Reading “Last”

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… Continue Reading “The Third Baby”

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… Continue Reading “The Second Baby”

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… Continue Reading “We Get Better with Time”

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.”… Continue Reading “Today is the Day We Wash All the Black Bras”

Listen to Your Mother – My Version

Shibboleths, sayings, mantras, reflexes – the things our mothers said or say in response to virtually any problem as if they had each been allotted a set of 20 to use in rotation through the days and years of active mothering. These were in… Continue Reading “Listen to Your Mother – My Version”

My Mother

This is a picture of my mother in 1939, taken two months after giving birth to her first child, my big brother John. One wonders how she could be so slim and so stylish. Her expression tells me that she agreed to hold the… Continue Reading “My Mother”

Just Be Nice

On year, my then 20-year old son bought me a very fancy watch for Mother’s Day. In the box was a note scribbled in his tiny handwriting — Ma, can you lend me $20 for gas? I’m broke now. Just kidding, he said. Not… Continue Reading “Just Be Nice”

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