I know I’m behind in posting but it’s hard to keep up with organizing the countless things that needs organizing in life. Taking events and thoughts out of the 3rd dimension and rearranging them into the 2nd dimension requires a certain touch which is fleeting.
I’ve always loved this photo my dad took of my mom and our dog Misty. It defines a certain moment in her life and yet epitomizes the sense of timelessness that old family photos always bring to me. I’ve seen this photo so many times it’s as if I’m almost there just off frame but my actual hiding place is that little bump in her belly.
As I stumble with the correct words for wishing Debbie a Happy Mother’s Day with the same awkward flare I did a few weeks ago when wishing Debbie a Happy 50th Birthday I always go back to the pictures which somehow say it much better than I can ever say.
I think the minute Debbie knew she was pregnant everyday became Mothers Day for her. When I think of all the beautiful boys we have brought into this world the oldest of which is about to embark on a journey of his own I see Debbie up late at night worrying about finances and weighing the differences between different colleges: this one is a drinking school, this one parties hard on Friday and Saturday nights only, this ones student loans are deferred, this ones loans are not deferred, basically which is the right fit. It’s a hard decision for an 18 year old kid but an even harder choice for a loving mother. With all these sleepless nights tossing and turning the only thing she ever asks me to do is for me to roll over and stop snoring.
