Today is my mom’s birthday. My mom is beyond inspirational, and if I can provide my girls with half the support, encouragement and love that she has always shown me and my brother, I’m in good shape.
My mom cheered me on when I decided to study abroad my last year of high school…and that turned into college, and graduate school, and raising a family thousands of miles away. She wanted me to be happy, even if that meant seeing me only a few times a year. It’s hard to believe (being that I am still so young, wink, wink) but when I first moved to the US there was no email. We wrote long letters and called once a week. Along the way I changed my mind many times about where I wanted to be and what I wanted to do, but my mom always made me believe that what I wanted was possible.
When I found out I was pregnant with twins and would need to be hospitalized for at least a month, my mom dropped her life to take on mine. There was no hesitation. She came ready to help. It turned out that my extended hospital stay lasted just a week, but we needed her help more than ever. During the early weeks of Daphne’s NICU stay, mom not only cooked our meals, did our laundry, cared for Lucy, but also reminded me that I needed to eat, drink water, sit down, close my eyes. She stood with me in the NICU during the roughest days, baked for the nurses when things were a bit easier. Months later when I found out I needed to have surgery just weeks before Daphne’s surgery, she came back.
We are so fortunate to have her in our lives. I can only hope that our next visits will be filled with more fun and laughter and fewer doctors’ appointments.