To Honor Our Mothers
The brilliant and original l’enfant terrible Oscar Wilde once said, “A woman will grow to be like her mother. That is her curse. A man won’t. That is his.”
This week, in preparation for Mother’s Day, we celebrate mothers. We have asked a few mothers from across the world to contribute their thoughts on the unique role mothers play in our lives and in society. We hope that you enjoy and share their thoughts and what motherhood means to them.
There are no more important, powerful or influential people in our lives than our own mothers—for good or ill. It has been said that they “go down into the valley of death” to give us life. They allow their hearts to walk around outside their bodies as long as they live, vulnerable to all that we, their children, experience. It is a strange, vicarious life they live and welcome with open, yet trembling, arms.
My own mother recently celebrated her eightieth birthday. Having long survived two open-heart surgeries, breast cancer, heart break, and many other vicissitudes that our lives are heir to she maintains her dignity, her sense of humor, her joy of life and loves with abandon, wanting to know about our lives on a daily basis.
She was once famous, singing throughout the world, as a soprano. She and Beverly Sills were friends. She sang for President Eisenhower. She knew how to get to Lincoln Center, as they say. Time catches all and even her autumn days are passing as she nears the winter of her life.
And that is why I laugh at this image of her as Tuptim in the “King and I.” Is this my mother, with bare midriff, glancing at the camera as if the photographer has interrupted her bohemian moment?
A mother is a complex creature—mother, child, lover, sister, friend . . . woman.
It is only now, a few decades removed from her home, with a wife of my own, mother to my children, that I begin to see my mother for who she is.
Sing on, my mother. Yours is truly a voice I love to hear calling me. I am connected to you. I am yours and you are mine, forever and always.