My mother had me when she was forty years old. I wasn’t a late child, I was one in a “string” of seven. Of those seven, she was able to carry only four to term. Of those four, she lost one the day after he was born and she lost another one 4 days before he turned one. The other three were miscarriages.
My Mother was a very strong woman. She was born in Puerto Rico in 1910 …. a time when there was unrest during the establishment of the American presence in the Island and all that it entailed.
She herself lost her Mom at the tender age of nine. She was the only girl in a family of three boys and a brother from another mother (sadly called “bastard” at that time).
From her stories, she was raised by her godmother, a lady who seemed to be quite the disciplinarian and maybe abusive when using current terms.
In spite of it all, she went to school and college. She became an outstanding teacher. She moved to New York City in the early 1930’s … and met my Father there. They were married in 1934 and remained together for 64 years.
She lived a full life. Stopped working as a teacher when she had me. “I will always be a teacher”, she used to say. She traveled to South America, on her own, for trips related to a subject dear to her heart: “Cooperativismo”. She was a staunch Catholic, very active in her church. She taught Spanish to all the American priests who arrived. She was an incredible seamstress and made beautiful pieces for the church’s altar and huge “estandartes” to be carried during the religious processions.
To top it all, she took excellent care of her husband and the two children she had: my older brother (first born) and me.
When she was 47, she underwent open-heart surgery (1957) …. a big deal back then. She made medical history by being the first open-heart surgery done in a private hospital in Puerto Rico.
In 1989, changes started surfacing that marked the beginning of the end. She developed progressive memory loss, became bedridden, regressed slowly in an almost childlike state (diapers, bottle feedings, all around care). The last ten years of her life went by so fast. She passed on at the age of 89 only remembering the name of the love of her life: my Dad: Pepo.
I haven’t been table to tell her how beautiful she is since then.
MOM, TODAY I TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE STILL ON MY MIND AND IN MY HEART. NEVER FORGOTTEN AND FOREVER THANKFUL.
To those of you who still have your mothers with you, never take them for granted.
Always tell them how beautiful they are. No matter how you say it, she’d love to hear it.
~~My Beautiful Mom I #MyBeautifulMom~~
~~Published on Apr 27, 2015~~
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FOR MY MOM
~~Published on Jun 15, 2012~~
This is my song for Mother’s Day. She’s not with me anymore ….. yet I always remember her and dedicate this to her today …. May 10, 2015!