This is my most favorite picture of my mother - pregnant with me. See, my mom HATED getting her picture taken, and she rarely ever smiled for the camera. Even in her wedding pictures, she mostly has a delighted, serene expression on her face. But I think here, with me in her belly, there's no disguising her joy.
My mom made a living crafting and creating things, and she instilled that creativity in me. She inspired my love of books and learning, reading to me nightly before tucking me in and taking me to the library weekly to check out as many books as I could possibly read. The way she advocated for my brother with autism before there were few resources available is what inspired me to work in social services. And although I miss what I do remember of her, I mostly feel sadness for the relationship I know we would have had if she lived longer. She was beautiful, giving, and exactly the kind of woman I aspire to be. Happy Mother's Day, mama. I hope you're proud of me. xoxoxo