Dia de las Madres

It is the day after Mother's Day, but I believe everyday is Mother's Day.  So I am posting this entry to honor my mother.  My mother was a beautiful woman in every sense of the word.  I miss her very much.  I was 18 years old when she was taken from us.  She died from a brain aneurysm, she was 41 years old.  When someone loses a mother it leaves such an opened wound.  There was so much I would have loved to share with her.  She was an extremely wise woman and spoke to us in proverbs of life.  She was a talented seamstress, crafter, cook, listener, and she had exquisite taste.  My mother was also the neighborhood barber.  She was admired by many people, she was very beautiful, but she didn't see herself that way.  My mother loved current events including politics and wanted to become a nun when she was younger.  My mother was also a talented dancer, too bad I did not inherit that gene, but my younger sister did. 

My mother had a beautiful and compassionate spirit, but she was no fool, and even in her stillness she demanded respect.  I used to love and listen to my mother make her famous flour tortillas, every morning.  That is what would wake me up, was the rolling pin hitting the countertop as she rolled out the dough.  It was a soothing and safe rhythm.  I miss her willing spirit to help those less fortunate, her heart was always so giving.  My mother could make a dollar stretch, and she also was very savvy in saving too.  She taught me when I started to date to carry a 20.00 bill in case I need to call a taxi cab, you know I will continue that practice, if, I decide to date again. 

My mother had a fantastic laugh, I believe I did inherit that from her.  She learned to accept my warped sense of humor and even though she didn't like Monty Python or Benny Hill, I did catch her on occasion watching these shows.  My mother introduced me to Vincente Fernandez and the Beatles.  My mother loved Mexican soap operas, and she also loved the "Guiding Light."  My mother volunteered to help in our school functions and she was a lousy volleyball player,but she tried.  That is another gene I believe I inherited from her, never give up. 

I could go on and on about my mother, she was not perfect, but she believed in excellence.  My mother was very protective of us, but not overbearing.  She allowed my other siblings and me to explore, learn, become who we were to become.  My mother was extremely intelligent and encouraged us to never stop learning, and to enjoy the simplicity of life.  She did not care for the gadgets or lifestyle others wanted to impose on her.  She didn't care about such frivolousness.  I believe I am so much like her in more ways than I realized, and I am honored and glad!

Thank you, Juliana, for being my mom.  Thank you, Father, for giving her to me, if only for a short time.  Happy Mother's Day, MOM!! I love you and miss you everyday.

My beautiful mother, Juliana

 



Bette Midler, "My Mother's Eyes"