I often feel the loss of my mom but especially on Mother’s Day. I recall what made my mom so special with mixed feelings of loss and love and why she is so dearly missed.
So when Donna Reed and Beaver’s mom were the norm, my mother wasn’t there to give me milk and cookies after school, which is true of many working moms today. Yet, she set the tone and the routine, creating the backdrop for a well-run household with love and encouragement. Grandma was the disciplinarian, Aunt Sylvia was the big sister I never had, but MOM was the final word, always.
So, what made our house a home? What was the secret my mother knew that all moms seek to discover to bring love and beauty to their families? How did she create order before Feng Shui, even if we think that living then was less hectic and complicated? Her life wasn’t easy by any means – a child of the depression, along with my dad, responsible for a widowed mother, mother-in-law and much younger sister. Perhaps it was old fashioned common sense mixed with a fierce determination that her family would live the American dream. One thing for sure, her priorities never wavered in good times and bad – family & home – and my mother always kept her eye on the ball. Until a year before she died, she was interested, involved and supportive of everything in the lives of her four generation brood.
As an interior designer, my mission and passion have been to bring these same values to those whose lives I touch. I have had the advantage of training and the blessing of being able to boast of years of experience, but I know, now, as never before, how much of my life and work have been influenced by the love, inspiration and encouragement of a truly wonderful mother. Thank you, Mom. I hope you know how many people, whom you’ve never met, I have left with a little part of you.