My Mother

She was one of those people that can only be described as “superhuman”. She could do anything. When she decided she was going to do something, she did it. Immediately. No waiting around thinking about it. She just did it. Whatever that “it” happened to be, it was always perfect.

She could sew like a dream, upholster, taught herself how to cane furniture. She was an excellent cook. Her garden – forget about it. Flowers that were huge and amazing.

She was my biggest supporter, knew me better than anyone. She always nudged me to paint. “You need to be painting…” is something I heard all the time as a kid and a teen. It was my mother who looked at one of my photographs when I was around 10 or 11 and she said, “Oh. You have an eye for composition.” I didn’t understand what she meant, but the fact that she thought I took good pictures meant everything. I lost her to a brain aneurysm in 1993. I miss her every day. I took this photo of her not long before she left us.

Tell your mothers that you love them. Appreciate who they are, just as they are. Never take them for granted. Ever.

Happy Mothers Day