My Mom calls herself “BabyShrink’s Biggest Fan”. This is a picture of us at the top of Haleakala Crater on Maui in 1973. This is the first time in a long time that I’m not able to spend Mother’s Day with her, but for a good reason: She’s on the mainland, helping my brother (a twin) and his wife with their newborn twins.
Shrink jokes aside, I love my mother. She’s had some tough times in life, but she’s always shown us how to keep going, no matter how difficult things get.
She’s also our model for being a “Good Enough Mother”. I kid you not: When we were teenagers, she and her friends used to make satin bowling jackets for themselves with “BAD MOTHERS’ CLUB” embroidered on the back. The “BMC” literally had badges made up for when a kid got kicked out of school, got into a fight, or whatever else we tormented our parents with back then. The badges then got added to the jacket with pride. (And this was BEFORE the days of Stefanie Wilder-Taylor or Vicki Iovine.)
So whenever we criticized her, growing up, she would nod her head and say, “Yup, that’s why I’m in the Bad Mothers’ Club.” We would groan and roll our eyes.
Until WE had kids. Now we want our BMC jackets. Have we earned them yet, Mom?
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you!