Not Pictured. A Mother’s Day Thank You.
There is one person not featured on this site who most definitely deserves her very own post…and a bit more than one picture can say. My summer intern turned full-time assistant. My location scout. My website and marketing editor. She wears so many hats around here, but her longest running gig has been being my Mom.
I always have an impulse to alter. To restyle rooms. To rewrite. To control and influence, even in my creativity. And my mom has such a beautiful way of really seeing things as they are and bringing out the best that a person or a situation has to offer. Letting them be wildly and wonderfully themselves.
I have had the privilege of living a life with her overwhelming support and admiration and to be bathed in the glow that her eyes see me in. It is because of her that I have such a strong sense of self. A belief in my worth. And a lack of doubt about what I can dream and do. From my very first business, a small café “LJ’s Place” run from our porch as kids with my best friend…to my Nancy Drew-like childhood manuscripts…to my corporate endeavors…to photography.
I may have not needed her in the flower fields. Or to preview my galleries of your families. Or to proofread my words. But, perhaps, I want her to be a part of it all to see the way she sees me each time again. I am not sure how I got so lucky to have the person I admire most admire me back in everything I do.
As we approach Mother’s Day, I am so thankful to have been seen by a woman as wonderful as this. I can only hope that I pass on even a modicum of that admiration and empowerment to my boys so they learn to trust in their magic. Their dreams. And always see themselves as wonderfully as I do.
And, if you are a mom, a reminder to please get in the picture. Take a picture of your mom. With your mom. With your kids. I went through boxes and boxes of childhood photos and the one person missing was my mother. At most, she was in the background preparing the party or filling the pool. Even if you don’t want to be in them, your little girl (or 3 boys, hopefully) may one day want to look back at all those moments you were there and remember everything you gave them.
*Note: that this post has not been edited by my Mom, so there is a high probability it has spelling and grammatical errors.
