Mother’s Day weekend 2103, I was at a fancy Manhattan restaurant with my mom, sharing caviar and quail eggs. We talked about family, about people we loved and lost, about my brother and sister-in-laws soon to be born twins and made plans to see each other at our upcoming family reunion in two months. We laughed a lot.
Mother’s Day weekend, 2014. I was in my mom’s bedroom in Carmel, sharing a bowl of saltless non-fat potato salad. We talked about family, about people we had loved and lost, about my brother and sister-in-laws just born twins, and made plans to see each other the next day. In a year beset by strokes, heart disease and most recently lung cancer, I couldn’t help but think how much had changed in our lives during the 365 days between Mother’s Days.
And yet, we were still together. That which was familiar, welcome and comfortable between us remained so. That which was new and sorrowful was acknowledged and put into perceptive. We still laughed a lot.
With any luck we’ll still be laughing next Mother’s Day.
Love you, mom.
