My Mother

My Mother.

My mother is alive and well, it’s just that fate and destiny have placed many miles between us. But we talk to and see each other on the screen everyday. I miss her so much it rips at my heart, but thank God for technology.
My life has been shaped by learning from many many women.
Beginning with my own mother.
I’m her only child. And so we are sisters and the best of friends.
Growing up, my father was a party man. Honestly, as a child, I truly believed life was one big party! And my mother was always dressed to go to, or ready to host the party.
Imagine being married to a man who was always bringing people home unannounced....it could be as simple as meeting a couple on the way home and asking them to follow along for drinks, or the many social events in the life of a diplomat.
This was all I knew.
Until I didn’t.

My mommy was my first Muse and Model. She was the one I wanted to grow up to be. She has loved me UNCONDITIONALLY. Till this very day. If I could be a fraction of the mother she has been to my son, I would be proud.
My mother attended fashion school, but she never did anything with it, (I took over!) her heart was in the kitchen, cooking and being the quintessential hostess.
But she made some of our clothes. My favorites were the mommy and daughter dresses. We’re wearing ours in the birthday picture, it’s not very clear. I wish I had more pictures.
She is possibly one of the most feminine women I know. And the most beautiful in my eyes. I have her on a pedestal.
She and her sisters, and brothers, also my grandmother were taller than average and so, always slow and sensual, she carried quite a presence. Legend has it that at events, my father would purposely walk behind her so that he could watch other men admiring her...also, my father told her he would marry her the night they met when she was a model.
But then life happened, and happened, and happened. Our little family unit was ripped apart.
Even in the midst of untold hardship, she always maintained her regal sense of elegance and grace. Something life could not take away from her.
What is the connection between my school and my mother? Well, I am my mother’s daughter.