An Ode to Mom

Three things are making me reflective this week:
1) It's Mother's Day on Sunday. 
2) This month marks one year that I've been with my current fertility specialist, and I'm still not a mom  myself.
3) I'm turning 31 on Wednesday, which means me and my eggs aren't getting any younger.  Which means my chances of celebrating my first Mother's Day AS a mom by the age of 32 are growing slimmer by the day.

I hope that when (and if) I have children, they adore me the way I adore my mother.  I never went through that nasty phase of I-hate-my-mom teenage rebellion.  I always thought she was the bomb, and nothing less.  Even when she wore glasses like this:



Me, my mom, and my sister, circa 1983

So today I want to thank my mom for being the kind of mother I hope to be someday.  It's hard to say what makes someone a Mom and not just a parent, but here are some of the things I've come up with.  Thank you, Mommy, for

- Knowing when to say "no," because it taught me boundaries.
- Letting me face the music when I did something wrong, because it taught me that actions have consequences
- Maintaining your incredible and unique sense of humor, because it taught me the healing power of laughter
- Emphasizing the importance of family, because they really are the most important thing
- Teaching me how to do things instead of doing them for me, because it taught me self-reliance
- For the way your face still lights up when you see me, because it reminds me of how much I am loved

And even though you still love big hair and flashy jewelry, thank you, Mommy, for losing those glasses!  I love you!



Me, my mom, and my sister, 2008