This one goes out to the woman who has always encouraged me to be myself, to embrace my talents, and that it’s okay to cry. She’s the same lady who taught me about the power of positive thinking, the importance of being kind, and suggested that I smile even when in a bad mood, so that I might trick myself into being happier.
I can still smell her nightgown as I remember crawling into her lap for a warm hug, probably way longer than would have been considered cool, for a few minutes of comfort and unconditional love that only a mom can give. It’s the same smell that lingers on my son after they spend all day together. I still take a minute with that smell, because it will always mean home and love and there’s nothing like it.
She filled my tea set with water, drew pictures I could color of our family, and made English muffin pizzas for me and my friends. She ironed my outfits for school every morning and cooked my meals every night. She makes clothes that come with a dance inside, judges people according to how cute their feet are, and posts hundreds of pictures of mailboxes, trees, and her family. She’s kooky, to say the least, and I’d be blessed to have inherited even half of her flair.
And now I watch her as she plays with my child. I see the way she engages with Des, how she helps him explore the world and is so excited to show me a new skill they uncovered together. In those first days and weeks of motherhood, especially, I looked to my mom. Clueless and overwhelmed, I watched how she calmed him, listened as she gave me nursing advice, and felt deep and real gratitude that she was there.
Now that I’m a mom myself, I have a new understanding of the love she has always so generously given me. Thank you, Mazo, for being you. You’re the most loving and real person I know. Happy Mother’s Day.
[Photos above by Katie Pietrowski Photography]
And while I have you, Happy Mother’s Day to my three big sisters. Thanks for giving me beautiful nieces and a nephew! Love you guys LOTS.