I am not a mother and I don’t have a “novel-worthy” back story, but I do have an incredible mother. Over the past eleven years I have lived away from home for school and work. Three months ago my husband and I picked up our lives and moved back to my hometown. Ben and I were living in the greater Boston area, having the time of our lives; great apartment, jobs, friends, and we were in close proximity to his family. For nearly a year we were looking for a home, but I knew something wasn’t right. The thought of settling down, buying a home and starting a family without my mom by my side was heartbreaking. One day I just said to my husband, I need to be home for awhile.
My mother is going to be 70 years old this July, four days after I turn 30. My parents had me and my younger sister a little later in life, but my mom always said we kept her young. And let me tell you, she is still as gorgeous as ever. Now that I’m home we talk fives times (a day) more often than we did while I was away. My husband and I plan to start a family soon, and selfishly if I had to choose only one reason to have children it would be for her. This woman has more love in her heart to give away than anyone I have ever known. I pray that one day my children will know that love. The thought of her getting older is a hard thought to process. I try not to think about it and it’s easy to forget since she is so vibrant. When we were younger we would spend our Saturdays dancing to Elvis Presley on her old record player and cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Ben and I moved home just before Thanksgiving this year, and the holidays were filled with tears of gratitude and a ton of dancing in the kitchen. People thought I was crazy wanting to move from Boston back to Rome, NY but there is no city, no tangible thing, that could fill the void of my mother.