I’m a writer, so I should be able to express everything that I think and feel and have experienced in written words. Right? Wrong.
Over the years, I have written many tributes to my mother, both privately and publicly. Over the last week, with my father recovering from a cornea transplant, I have, once again, known the deep privilege and gratitude of being the daughter of Francine, the strongest person that I know. Her physical strength isn’t always dependable, with serious spinal abnormalities her strength is continually weakening, but she always finds a way to do what needs to be done. I don’t know how long her legs will be able to hold her up, and yet, she continues to hold me up, to hold up our entire family.
I love you, Maman! (Had to write it the French way for her and for her mother, another remarkable woman.)
This Mother’s Day, I would like to share some pictures of my mom. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I will definitely be going over my word count for this reflection! 🙂
Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.