The family that mustaches together…
"My last piece of advice is this simple… Persevere. Because nothing worthwhile is easy."
President Obama, in his commencement address at Barnard College today (via barackobama)
My mom said almost this exact thing to me last summer. I keep hearing her voice in my head encouraging me to keep going when I feel I can’t. Apparently Obama’s been listening to my mom too.
I only have one framed photo out here, and to anyone who knows me at all, it should be no surprise that it’s a photo of my mom and I. People sometimes tell me that I take after her, and I think it’s the biggest compliment. She is strong and soft and silly and smart. My mom is just…she is just such a spectacular human being. I am ever so grateful to be her daughter. Happy mother’s day Mama; I love you!!
Where to even begin? I’ve written so many words already today and now when it comes to my mom, the one who literally created me, my fingers are frozen on the keyboard.
Amazing sounds trite and too vague. Inspiring, while true, doesn’t explain how it’s her imperfections, almost as much as her achievements that inspire. Genuine, I think there’s a reason that’s one of my favorite words, one of my favorite traits in a person, place, or thing.
My mom has had many hiccups in her road of life, and yet through every one, every single one, she has maintained her grace in always knowing exactly, unhesitatingly, who she is. She may not have always taken the moral high ground, but she did every time it mattered and most when it didn’t.
She has always fought to protect lost bear cubs and lost dreams alike.
She is intimidatingly intelligent and bluntly honest to a fault. She is articulate and diplomatic. She knows she’s fighting the good fight and she won’t hesitate to tell you you’re rooting for the wrong team, but she also knows how to pick her battles and when to sweet talk the opposition. She put her savvy to good use professionally and has quite literally pulled herself up by her bootstraps; from supporting a family of 5 on not more than $12.50/hour - to owning and operating a successful, twice expanded, veterinary hospital in one of the wealthiest counties in the country.
She has a a contagious laugh and is eternally optimistic. She’s quirky and creative and dances to the beat of her own drummer. As Jenny so appropriately put it after meeting her for the first time, “she’s all the right kinds of crazy.”
I think of myself as a strong, intelligent, independent woman, at least most of the time, but when I don’t, when I fall into little unrecognizable pieces of myself, scattered in the wind like so many ashes, my mom is always there to remind me who I am and to tell me that she loves me.
when i was little there was a halloween party at the daycare my aunt ran. my mom made carmel apples with little cardboard razor blades decorating each one. apparently some of the other parents thought it was in poor taste. i, even at that young age, thought it was brilliant. i am, after all, my mother’s daughter. and halloween is supposed to be spooky.
It looks like it might rain today. There is something so magical about rainstorms in the desert.
I’m headed to pick up my famiglia (that’s italian for “family”) at the airport momentarily. My mama. My step-dad. My aunt Melanie.
I’m beyond excited to have them here. My brother is the only other one who’s visited me, and his visit was far too short. Amazing, of course, my brother sort of wins at life, but still, far too short.
This time I get them for 9 days. We’re going to go everywhere. It will undoubtedly be a little exhausting. I will undoubtedly not get in enough studying time. I will undoubtedly be MIA from tumblr, (but my queue should keep you guise company). I will undoubtedly have lots of pikchas and stories to share with you later. <3