Erin is on the left and I am on the right. Circa 1982? Ish?)
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of my mom. For those of you who didn't know, she died when I was 13. She was 36. In the picture above she was about 26? 27? She had around 10 years left to live. And I wasn't old enough to know yet the questions I would need to ask her.
To all of you who still have your moms, please, please, please. Hug her. Call her. Ask her questions about HER. Relish that she is still with you.
And to all of you who ARE mothers out there - we are in a wild, hard, joyous, heartbreakingly beautiful and mostly thankless journey. I am glad to be in the "club", as it were, with all of you.
"My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother."