Your mother gives birth to you twice—once when you’re born and once when she dies. – Rufus Wainwright
I would be remiss if I did not put some sort of ramblings about the past year in a blog post, so here goes…
This blog has always been centered around my Mother. I created it to recall things she taught and shared with me, and it sometimes seems that my life imitates this blog as well. My Mother has been gone from this world almost 2 years, and yet there are days I feel like she is alive and with me now, more than ever. One of my fears when she first passed away was that I would forget things. I was fearful my children would forget her. Over the course of this past year, I have realized this is impossible. We talk about her daily. The children still thank God for her every night in their prayers, and memories are recalled through pictures, stories, songs, places we visit, and even the mundane schedules we keep every day.
2013 was a year filled with dance lessons, piano recitals, time spent with friends and family, laughter, tears, surgeries (reminding us our bodies are not getting any younger), new pets, BB guns, talks of girls with Will (gasp!) talks of boyfriends with Charlotte (triple gasp!), new teachers, new experiences, etc, etc, etc, etc. And even though my Mother was not physically here to experience these things with us or on the other side of the phone with me laughing (or crying), she was still with me.
Since her physical death, she’s almost more present than she ever was before. I see her in everything. I see everything as so fleeting and so beautiful and so magical and so unbelievably heartwrenching all at the same time. Yes, this tends to bring the tears a little more often. Yes, the people in my house love pointing that out, but I feel more alive now than I ever have, and just like so many things in my life, I attribute that to my Mother.
One of our favorite things to do over the Christmas break is watch the Kennedy Center Honors Performance. It is typically a few days after Christmas when we need an emotional lift from the chaos of the holiday. I loved all of the performances this year, but this particular one was my favorite, and of course, it was because it made me think of my Mother. Judy King will always have that way about her. . .