Happy Mother’s Day to Moms Across the Globe (And Several in Particular)
Happy Mother’s Day weekend! I take this holiday very seriously, and would like to take a moment to publicly acknowledge the mothering skills of two very special people:
The first is the one and only Agnes, who, in her relentless quest to rear her gaggle of girls in the most effective manner possible, has surpassed the “Type A” categorization and entered into a classification all her own, colloquially known as “Type Agnes.” I mean this in the best way possible, and want to thank you, Mom, for being you.
The next is my family’s last remaining matriarch. Code name: Mema. She is 94 years young, evidenced by her recent purchase of a laptop, subsequent creation of an email account, and ongoing fascination with People magazine and, as a result, with Jennifer Aniston.
To the amazing moms in my life: I am always thinking of you, even when we are not together. For example – when I was in Granada, I passed by a statue honoring mothers, and simply had to take a photo in anticipation of this oh-so-holy holiday:
I think of you in the morning, when my cappuccino comes with a little reminder of how much I love you:
I thought of you when I woke up on the farm way up North in Miraflor, and was greeted by a mama hen and all of her little babies.
Thank you for keeping me close by and safe:
And for always leading me in the right direction:
Thank you for bathing me when I was little:
And for giving me lots of sisters to play with:
Thank you for all of your love. Happy Mother’s Day!
I’d also like to acknowledge all of the other women who have mothered me across the globe over the years. Beginning, of course, with her Gayness, who most recently kept me alive and well in Atlanta for the past three years:
I am currently living with a variety of mothers here in Matagalpa (sisters and their mom), and am so appreciative of the cooking lessons, the delicious meals (when they realized the cooking lessons were for naught), the prayers (they worry when I travel), and general motherly love they have bestowed on me since I moved into their home:
I would also like to give a shout out to Monica, my Argentine mom, good friend, and amazing cook. She dealt with her 16 year old son and a wacky exchange student (me) for a full six months, and helped to keep me safe and happy the entire time. Happy Mother’s Day, Monica!
I would also like to wish a “Feliz Dia de la Madre” to the women of Amantani, Peru who took good care of me when I showed up on their island in the middle of Lake Titicaca. They dressed me up in their local clothing so I could learn what it felt like to walk a mile in their
Now, hopping across the globe for a moment. I’d like to thank Lulu, my host-mother in the African township of Langa, near Cape Town. Though I was one of only 10 non-African people in the entire township, she always made me feel like I belonged. Happy Mother’s Day, Lulu!
I’d also like to thank my host-mom in the rural village of Tuku, in South Africa’s Eastern Cape. To be honest, I don’t know her name, because she just insisted that I call her “Mama”, which I did.
She took me into her home, taught me how to kill and pluck a chicken, and then killed and plucked one just for me. That is true motherly love. Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!
I would also like to acknowledge the other amazing women of Tuku, who were incredibly passionate about the rehabilitation of their village’s school. Happy Mother’s Day!
Moving North a bit, to Tanzania. I’d like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to Mrs. Amin, my good friend Shemane’s mother who took me in for a week and made sure I saw everything that Dar es Salaam and Zanzibar had to offer. Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Amin!
To all of the other women around the globe who work, cook, clean, raise children, teach right from wrong, serve as community leaders, and generally make the world go round: Thank you for all that you do, and Happy Mother’s Day!