07 May Susan’s Sound Advice #1067
I know everyone has the same sentiments when it comes to their moms. They loved us, they nurtured us, they fed us, etc, etc. My mom did all that, but she also did more. She was an artist, a sculptor, an avid tennis player, a spectacular cook and baker and more. She was always doing something, and never was one to sit around the house watching soap operas. She had a huge circle of friends, and I was always inspired by her energy while she prepared for her constant dinner parties, painting a mural in the lobby of our apartment building, or coming to my school to teach art classes. She was always the mom who chaperoned class trips. So many of my elementary school teachers became best friends with her because that’s the type of woman she was. It wasn’t always pleasant for me to be out and about with my mom and my ex-third grade teacher who used to yell at me all the time in school, but I got used to it! She was a people magnet. Everyone loved her. I never thought I could be as talented as her, and, to be quite honest, I never really tried. My life took a completely different path, but she was so, so proud of everything I did. She was one of those moms who bragged on and on about her daughter, her son (who was an NBC producer with many Emmy awards) and her grandchildren. I used to tell her to stop because people are not always interested in hearing this stuff, but she didn’t care. When she suffered a massive stroke and lost much of her ability to swallow, let alone paint and create, she fought as hard as she could and eventually was able to do both, painting with one arm and making gifts for everyone she came in contact with. I was so proud of her for overcoming such a huge obstacle formed against her, and I spent most of my days with her, as she did with me when I needed her. Not long after she recovered from her stroke and was beginning to enjoy what she could from life, she was diagnosed with an inoperable malignant brain tumor. She was never the same after that. The mom I knew was being destroyed by an evil alien who took control of her mind and body. She never lived to see my success as an author and a life coach, and I can only imagine how she would be on Facebook bragging to all her friends. When she passed away, a piece of my heart died with her. I never stop thinking of her, and I never stop missing her. I vowed to keep her alive in my heart and she remains there. Happy Mother’s Day Mom
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