This Mother’s Day, I’m working with Clever Girls in support of Macy’s Heart of Haiti to shine a light on the “trade, not aid” program, which provides sustainable income to Haitian artisans struggling to rebuild their lives and support their families after the 2010 earthquake.
My mom is awesome. Everyone loves her. Seriously, ask anyone, even a stranger, and they will tell you that my mom is the coolest person ever.
My first-born experience was definitely nothing close to that, though we did get hit with a snowstorm while I was in the hospital for seven days.
Mom was there while I pushed. Mom was there while my epidural failed to keep away the pain as my placenta began to tear. Mom was there while I became frantic and screamed and begged for no one else but Mommy. Mom was there as I was wheeled off to the OR, and Mom was there when Afton and I made it through our ordeal alive.
Mom was there, being my rock. During my most important journey, as I became a mom for the first time, my mom was there. I needed her and she was there. And the funny thing is, Rudy was being her rock through all of it, because she was just as terrified as I was. Now I sit and wonder what it’s going to be like for my girls, and if I will be able to be there for them as Mom was for me. I hope so.
When I was born, way back in the olden days, Mom spent hours trying to get in touch with her mom, only to discover that she had been out all day getting her ears pierced with her other two daughters! Thankfully, I won’t have to worry about that obstacle getting in my way.
Now we have four generations of women. Women raised to be strong, smart, independent and funny.