So I’m posting a picture of my mom, Blanca Vela Brumble, this Mother’s Day. My mom sent me flowers yesterday in honor of this holiday and I was thinking of how that’s a first. Not her sending me flowers, but definitely her sending me flowers on Mother’s Day. And somehow, her acknowledging this transition in my life, and celebrating it, makes me feel so much better. The transition from the idea of just being a daughter and sister and wife–to also a mother, is something big for me and honestly, can make me feel like panicking–depending on my current emotional state. The flowers from my mom were just what I needed. And I realized that she’s still being my mother, and showing me how to be one.
As I’m sitting here, my little one inside is jumping and kicking and reminding me that she’s not going anywhere. We’re in this thing together.
So, a very Happy Mother’s Day to all moms, but especially to a short, Mexican woman named Blanca who makes really good migas and who loves catastrophic movies, who can apply make-up while driving and who will take charge if necessary but who has no problem falling asleep mid-sentence. Who likes coffee in the mornings and loves to laugh. Who has soft hands and can rattle off in Spanish with her sisters. She turns the radio up in the car and has a Look that means she’s serious and we better straighten up. Mom, I love you. I really, really do.
