My mom, the early 1970’s, Waikiki.
She was in her mid-twenties, married, and already had a couple kids. She had style, grace and beauty. She was strong, funny and kind. I am in awe of what she accomplished, how she lived, and the challenges she survived. She was amazing. I know that more than ever now that I have a family of my own.
Today is her birthday. I spent it with my husband and kids at Universal Studios. I watched my children walk around the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, wearing their Gryffindor robes, waving their wands, surrendering to the magic, and soaking in the fantasy. I thought about how much fun my mom would have had with them today. She loved make believe. She was a hopeless romantic and she was a HUGE movie fan. She is responsible for MY love of film, and the passion I cultivated for it strongly influenced my career choices early on.
My mom was an all around creative... a writer, a photographer, an organizer... an orchestrator of plans and parties and life and fun. She was a sensitive and beautiful soul who loved to create, and who lived to give to and connect with others. If I possess even a fraction of the talents that she had in spades, then I like to think I inherited them from her.
She would have been 73 today. It’s hard for me to picture her as a 73-year-old grandmother. She never lived to be one; and she was still so youthful when she died. But if I try to picture her like that, there with us today at Universal, I imagine her dressed in full Gryffindor garb, with a wand for herself, walking between my kids like they were the three musketeers, chatting about their favorite Harry Potter characters or which movie was the best.
What a beautiful fantasy. What a magical thought. I wish they could have had that moment with her. I wish she could have had this day with us. I know that her spirit lives on in me and my kids; but it’s hard not to miss seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, and being on the receiving end of her hugs.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Your magic is missed.