Mother’s Day is my annual tribute to my mom…an exceptionally thoughtful, giving and loving person who also happened to be my best friend. How lucky was I? Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
She gave me love as well as life; so whatever goodness I may bring to Earth began with the gift of my mother’s heart……Robert Sexton
At some point in our relationship, my mom transitioned from being my parent to also being a great friend. I’d say it happened in 1985, when she was diagnosed with incurable, inoperable lung cancer.
Something changes in a relationship when the realization hits that we don’t actually live forever. At age 55, my mom was told she had 6 months to live. That revelation could have driven us apart through fear of death and premature grief; fortunately, it brought us even closer. So each day with Mom became a gift.
Let me just say, I won the lottery in the mother department. Our little family (parents, older brother and sister) were the stereotypical suburban family of the 60s.
Mom worked full-time, rare for married women back then, but we all came together for dinner each night and shared our day over her tasty meals. In fact, I didn’t sample a TV dinner until I was a teenager. What a treat – Salisbury steak from an aluminum tray. How awesome was that?
Everyone always commented on how much I resembled my mom. I don’t know why that would be such a surprise. Still, Mom replied by saying to me, “You poor thing,” as if looking like her was bad. Believe me, I could have done much worse. I think she was beautiful in every way.
My mother was Portuguese, with an olive complexion and dark hair and eyes. As she aged, her hair received some assistance in staying brown, but her skin was always disturbingly smooth. She had fewer wrinkles than me, 25 years her junior. Definitely not fair.
It’s true that Loretta Rose was adored by all. Here’s an example of her uniqueness: Mom became best friends with my dad’s first wife, Beverly, who is mother to my brother, Bill. Got all that? Over the years we vacationed together as a family – even shared holidays with Beverly and her husband Riley. How often does something like that happen?
When Mom became ill, she and I often had meals together. We were on borrowed time and we made good use of it.
Mom was fun and laughed easily – always game for anything. Even when cancer and heart failure beckoned, her energy level was surprisingly high; she still often gathered with her longtime gal-pals.
Now don’t get me wrong; like all of us, Mom had her quirks,. She was meticulously neat but had trouble letting go of things. She made a pack rat look wasteful.
Once, before Mom got new carpet, we cleaned out drawers and closets in preparation. It was like a trip down memory lane. We found my report cards under the linens in the hall closet. Letters Dad had written her in the early 50s were tucked away in the den behind issues of Bon Appetit. She always intended to try a recipe. (Never happened.)
You know those greeting cards that organizations send after you make a donation? Mom had dozens of them piled in the desk under the telephone. In the kitchen drawer, she had bags filled with dozens of corks. When I asked her what she planned to do with them, she answered in all sincerity, “What if I need a cork someday?”
Mom saved the rubber bands she collected from years of newspapers. She kept her size 10 clothing even when cancer made her size 6. “Just in case.”
I remember holding up an item and saying, “Mom, do you really need instructions on how to operate the Electrolux vacuum you haven’t owned in years?” She sighed and answered, “I guess not, but what if I get another one someday and the manual is missing?” She was a gem.
When Dad entered a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, Mom visited almost daily. She became surrogate mother to the Filipino aides whose moms were absent. They sat and talked with her about their troubles and joys because they knew she genuinely cared.
In a word, Mom was thoughtful. Her calendar overflowed with Post-it notes of birthdays and anniversaries; she found it impossible to leave Costco without swinging by to share something with me; she knew all my favorite See’s candies, often giving them to me for no special reason.
The bottom line is, I was adored. And what could be better than that? As a kid, I thought it was a prerequisite for parents. But now I know I was one of the lucky ones with both of mine.
Fighting cancer aged Mom but she never let it break her spirit. And guess what? She lived almost 20 years after her terminal diagnosis – one of only 5% to beat that cancer. And if you knew her, you weren’t surprised by that.
As it turned out, cancer caused us to spend more time together than we might have before believing her days were numbered. So in the end, Loretta Rose was more than simply my parent, but also a treasured friend.
Vocalist, Sade, has a song she unknowingly wrote about Mom. One line says, You bring your light and shine like morning. And wasn’t that the truth. The song is called The Sweetest Gift.
And to me, that’s exactly what Mom was.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you; and when I do, your smile moves through my mind – eager, bright and kind; in memories so warm and clear; and how I wish that you were here……Robert Sexton
Great post 😁
Thank you, I appreciate it…
What a wonderful tribute, Janet. I loved it, and the photos as well. Your Mom was a very special person, just like you! Holly
On Sun, May 10, 2020 at 7:09 AM Now Don’t Get Me Wrong wrote:
> Janet posted: ” Mother’s Day is my annual tribute to my mom…an > exceptionally thoughtful, giving and loving person who also happened to be > my best friend. How lucky was I? Happy Mother’s Day Mom. She gave me love > as well as life; so whatever goodnes” >
Thanks Holly, that’s sweet of you to say.
Beautiful tribute to your mother. Thank you for sharing, Janet.
You’re welcome Andrea, glad you liked it.
I love this.
Thanks Jim! Your mom’s day video of your mom was special too.
I always love seeing pics of your mom on Mothers day. Wouldnt be the same without your post with pics.
I figure people are probably sick of it by now since it’s been about 8 years I’ve been posting the same one on mom’s day! but I suppose those people don’t read it anymore!