Wishing a Happy Mother’s Day to all of the amazing mothers out there. I could write a whole essay using just positive adjectives to describe my Mom and never struggle to come up with a new one. Her picture belongs next to Supermom in every dictionary around the world. Just to give everyone a little bit of a sample: She’s a mother, role model, caregiver, honorary doctor by necessity, a friend, manager, dedicated employee, cyclist, and rower.
Speaking to our relationship directly, I was always very fond of and always loved being around Mom. We did everything together when I was younger and we continue to do many fun things together. It means a lot to me that we have such a strong relationship and friendship. It’s always nice being able to go out for a nice dinner nowadays and have a good fruitful conversation about any subject under the sun.
The old adage of “Mom is always right” reigns true with my Mom. There used to be a little sign in our dining room that simply said, “Go Ask Your Mother.” I always asked a lot of questions and she made sure to give me a straight yet insightful answer. Mom always believed that I should have been a writer. She always made sure I was involved in the Derby Spirit Newspaper and Derby Summer Arts. I have no problem admitting that Mom was right yet again.
The year so far hasn’t exactly been the smoothest. Alan, Steve, Jenni, Elizabeth and I lost Dad on January 17th. My Mom lost the love of her life, her partner, the father of her kids, and so much more on that day. There have been plenty of tears shed and plenty of hugs given. Like any faithful son, I hate seeing my Mom cry. Seeing a tear stream down her face hits me hard and I begin to tear up as well. The only tears I want her to have are tears of joy. We are all just now starting to regain a sense of normalcy in our lives.
For six long years, Mom had balanced two patients along with all of her other responsibilities. Dad and I were the patients, but what many didn’t recognize, were the sacrifices my Mom made. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be here and Dad wouldn’t have been able to fight for as long as he did. She was always behind the scenes managing everything, never getting proper credit or craving recognition. Through all of the medical appointments, she’s always been there to ask questions and give support. She took control of our ships and made sure everything was accounted for.
Back in 2007, our Mother-Son relationship was taken to new heights. As I was being wheeled into the operating room at Boston Children’s Hospital, we weren’t exactly sure what was going on. Everything was moving a 200 MPH. We wanted and needed answers, but it was all so new. Mom called our family members and told them to come immediately. The immediate family was spread out from Cleveland to New York to Attleboro. It was just me and Mom for what felt like forever. Before they opened the operating room doors and closed them behind them, my Mom and I were able to have a moment together. At this point, I was still conscious but not in good standing. We told each other that we loved each other and we both began to cry. As we were letting go, she kissed me on the cheek and told me that everything was going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. It’s a moment I will never forget and one that I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. Low and behold, everything was okay, everything is okay. We’re here today, living life the to the fullest. It’s her spirit and love that continues to give me strength to carry on.
Mom continues to do what she does for us kids, because she loves us and because families stick together. I want her to know that I have no plans to go anywhere. Mom, I’m here with you to help you in any way that I can help, as you’ve done for me for so many years of my life. My mission in life is to make you proud and be a reflection of you. My advice to others comes from a lesson I learned from my Mom: As long as you have your family, surround yourself with good people and take care of each other, everything is going to be okay.
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