This is my favorite picture of my mom. My dad took this photo of her during their vacation in Las Vegas, in the early 1960's. I love everything about this photo. Especially how her dress and lipstick holder match the lights above the mirror. You would never know it by looking at it, but this photo has been in my dads wallet for over 40 years. It was crinkled, discolored and quite damaged, but I gave it a magical makeover and restored it with my photoshop elements program (how did we ever possibly manage before photoshop??)
I have always thought that my mom is one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. When growing up, she was often told she resembled a young beautiful Elizabeth Taylor. One of my most fond memories of my mom was when I was a little girl, my mom used to wash my hair in the sink. We had one of those long butcher block counters, and I would lay across the counter with my head cradled in her hands as she washed my hair. I can still remember the smell of the shampoo she used...smelled like daisies and strawberries in the summertime. I would look up at her and admire her long dark hair. She looked to me like a divine angel.
When I was growing up, I had what you might call "undiscovered potential". I was a very shy and timid girl who was fearful of adults. Most of my teachers didn't know what to do with me, a child with undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder. Although it went undiagnosed for most of my childhood, my mom intuitively found ways to encourage me to be strong and to overcome anything that stood in my way. To this very day, she will tell you she is my number one fan. With every step I've taken forward, my mom has always been there at my side to share in all of the great achievements in my life.
A long time ago, I read a story to my mom from the book "Chicken Soup for the Soul" that I am sure you can all relate... There was once a small tribe of people, and in this group, one of the tribe's children wandered into the mountains and became lost. The child's mother was so distraught, they sent a team of the strongest and bravest men in the tribe to find the child. The men returned days later, but with no child. They said they searched high and low, but there was no child to be found. Against much protest from the tribe, the worried mother pushed everyone aside and said she would go it alone to find her child. She then journeyed by herself into the dangerous mountains in search of her child. Days passed and everyone in the tribe feared the worst. Then finally one day, the mother came down from the mountains with her child in her arms, alive and well. Everyone in the tribe gathered around her and they couldn't believe their eyes. They asked her "How did you survive?" "How did you manage to climb those dangerous mountains on your own and find your child?" She looked at them all and simply replied "It wasn't your child".
In the words of Carly Simon, who wrote the song for her daughter "Love of my life".... Mom, you are the love. You are the great love of my life. I love you. Happy mothers day momma.