Since the day I met my mom, I’ve known her as determined.
My mom gave birth to me, a rather chunky newborn, after 24 hours of labor and flat-out refusal of a C-section on a blustery Christmas Eve. When she gets an idea in her head, she figures out a way to make it happen.
My mom is an artist.
Creativity is the core of her identity. When I was a kid, she focused on weaving large abstract landscape tapestries. The kind that hang in huge corporate buildings, or in equally sprawlnig celebrity homes. One of her famous clients was the late Margot Kidder, who played Lois Lane in the original 1978 Superman film. I thought it was the coolest thing, that Superman’s girlfriend was a fan of my mom.
Lately, her artistic obsession has turned to handmade dolls. Beautifully detailed, personality-rich handmade dolls. They’re like a tribe to her, a brood of mini-women she’s conjured into existence with her unquestionably creative hands.
Want to meet my mother’s new brood?
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. Including mine, who I imagine is conjuring and crafting another of her doll-women this very minute.
(And thanks, Mom, for creating me.)