My mom has been gone for seven years. I still have trouble realizing it has been that long. Some days I think I can see her sitting on the desk stool across the room from me, eyes tuned to The Price is Right. And when the back door mysteriously opens, I suspect it is mom reminding me that there is clean laundry in the dryer that needs to be folded. Really, it's only her memory that lingers. I worry that it will begin to fade to.
I come from a long line of women on both sides of my family. Moms of all ages. I don't know exactly how genetics works but there is a little piece of each of these women in me, or maybe some of me in them. We are all different, yet still the same at least on a molecular basis. And even when we're not related, I still believe that when mothers say thank you for a child born, or weep for a child lost anywhere in the world, each of us knows how it feels. It could be an estrogen thing, but I think, after all is said and done, it's a heart thing. When a woman becomes a mom, here heart doubles in size, like the Grinch hearing the Who's down in Whoville singing a Christmas song.
What follows is a pictorial essay on the moms in my family and a couple of other moms who have played a big part in my life. The blessings these ladies provide and share are too many to count. I realize it is rather presumptuous to think that all of you would like to sit through a slide show of my family pictures. Admittedly there are a few more pictures of me than are needed, but they are some of my favorite mom moments. If you want to skip it here's a poem that Pam sent me. It pretty much says it all. Enjoy.
Even though it's late, I wish for each of you a heart full of motherly love,
* http://www.insight.org/library/articles/parenting/greatest-influence.html, May 2010, E-Newsletter.