Mother’s day is on the horizon and may have happened by the time you read this post. As you know, this is the first mother’s day for Lara and if it weren’t for the hysterical levels of physical and mental fatigue she experiences on a daily basis, this would be one of those stupendous occasions full of pomp and circumstance. As we are collectively coming out if the dark tunnel that is the global pandemic here in the States, there will likely be no Sunday food comma inducing meal at the local Olive Garden.
That we will not celebrate in the traditional way in no way diminished how wonderful a mother Lara is, how much she has and continues to endure for the sake of Jaxon. In the weeks prior to her first Mother’s Day, Jaxon has visited the ER and had several appointments to help diagnose his inability to sleep, his vomiting, and other issues. I’m thankful that Jaxon is basically fine, he has issues consistent with a premature infant but he’s making steady progress.
Lara is a great mom. Like many women, she was a mom before she gave birth. She has shown evidence of motherly love for decades now while taking care of her nieces and nephews and teaching children in New York and elsewhere. The one thing that my mom taught me was that you need not deliver or adopt a child or children and be a great mom. I recall so many woman who have influenced my life in incredible ways. This includes great friends who have basically helped me stay alive in my formative years and recently have helped Lara and I sleep. Shaila, who just came back from a long distance trip, spent almost an entire night watching a fussy Jaxon overnight, joining Kim, who once again stayed for hours into the night. These are such wonderful people who have shown us love.
Anyway, thanks again.