My dear friend Camille once said to me, “I would lay down on the train tracks for my kids.” That’s the essence of motherhood, isn’t it, putting your child’s well-being ahead of your own. I’m sure I absorbed that message from my own mother, who in her quiet way always put her children first.
My mom, an elementary school teacher, was smart, kind, and a snappy dresser who had just the right shoes for every outfit. And she was fiercely proud of her kids. She loved me unconditionally, despite my not-inconsiderable failings, just as I love my children flaws and all. (Just kidding girls, you’re perfect.)
I was fortunate enough to have two incredible grandmothers too, who lived a block away from each other (that’s how my parents met). Both of them cooked up a storm, played poker like sharks, and adored all their grandchildren. And then there was my great-aunt Dot who taught me so much about life.
Here’s to birth mothers, adoptive mothers, foster mothers, stepmothers, grandmothers, and all women who make a difference in some lucky child’s life!