My mom died on the second day of the new year, 2019. Her transition could not have been more peaceful; she was surrounded by family and left this world on her own terms, two months shy of her 90th birthday.
She was a very shy woman. And, I say to all you mothers out there– please get in front of the camera! I have so few photos of her– none digital on my laptop at the moment to share with you– am not at home where I could take them off the shelf– so for now, I will just use words as that is what she loved best anyway, though mine are pretty hardscrabble in the moment.
She read more books than anyone I know, worked for The Boston Post newspaper for seven years and it was the best job of her life. Gave it up to get married and have five kids. I have written about my mom over the years– and I am going to pull from that right now because in this moment I am wrapped in family time here at my sister’s home — feeling extraordinarily proud and blessed to be part of this five-pointed star with my two sisters and two brothers. Ironically, we are going to be going through boxes of family photos today– so I will hopefully have some to share of this most beautiful woman, my mother.
I could go on, but I won’t as my mother is an intensely private person and I honor that. And, because she reads this blog and I know any kind of praise or recognition embarrasses her.”
Motherhood is hard. It requires a level of sacrifice and heroism that is simply not celebrated as it deserves to be. I see the painting by Ramon Casas below and I think of the exhaustion, the chronic, constant exhaustion my mom had to navigate her days through.
And yet, as I wrote here for my mom she taught me so much through all the things she loved.
I’m beyond fuzzy headed in this moment and my words are not taking shape– so I will just say, if you ever came to Squam or enjoyed any of the offerings I created through Squam– you have my mom to thank. I grew up wanting to save her, help her, nurture her– none of which I could do, but my desire to help another woman find her way in the world ran deep within me and has been the driving force of my life.
My mother has left this world, but I take comfort knowing the goddess lives on, in each of us.
blessed be, Elizabeth