In celebration of Mother's Day today, I'd like to tell you a little bit about my mom.
After she retired, we would sometimes go out to dinner, and many times former students would recognize her and invariably say the same thing: "Mrs. G! You were my favorite teacher! I loved your class! I still think about some of those artworks we made!" As a son, it was very satisfying to see my mom so universally loved.
My dad passed away in 1987, and my mom received some money from the insurance. After some thought of how to use it, she took a large chunk of it and established an Arts and Academics Grant Program, whereby teachers and schools could apply to get funding for programs in which the arts and the academic curriculum could be combined creatively. Since she began it, the program has given over $15,000 away to schools and teachers, enhancing the lives and educations of thousands of Rhode Island School Children.
|My wife and my mom- the two most|
important women in my life.
One day I received a phone call from her.
"1. 4. 3." she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Figure it out," she said.
I spent the next couple of weeks pondering us. I have 4 brothers, and I am the oldest, so I was thinking this was the order in which she loved us. But that wasn't it.
Or maybe it was an artwork that she particularly loved. But that wasn't it.
After a week or so of thinking about it, and coming up with multiple wrong answers, I came up with the right answer.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I LOVE YOU.
1 4 3.
Since then, I've been looking at words in a whole different way.
In 2007, my mom passed away. And not a day goes by that I don't think about her in some way, or miss her.
Sadly, she never met my son. We found out we were pregnant right before she died, and we never got a chance to tell her.
As I raise my son (now 4.5) , I am teaching him the lessons of creativity and playfulness and self-esteem that I learned from her.
I don't really believe in Heaven, but if I did, I'm sure she'd be looking down at him and smiling.
1.4.3. Mom. 1.4.3.