The Day a Mother is Born

May brings sunshine and flowers, and a new energy to the Northeast. It also brings us Mother’s Day. Of course, every day should be Mother’s Day, but that’s another column.

I was pondering what to write here when I thought of my wife, Asta, and her experience in becoming a mother. I remember how she was consumed with fear as her pregnancy progressed toward delivery. As part of her family dynamics, she had had very little, if any, experience with newborns, including holding one. In addition, she was just about to enter her forties, so she had a lot going on. Reading, talking, getting advice, going to classes—everything leading up to delivery was just a fog that covered up her insecurities. Having moved from Lithuania, she had no family around the corner and only a small circle of friends to lean on. I understood just how tough it was for her. I’m sure that, despite my being there, she most likely felt alone at times. I know she was frightened—of child birth, of motherhood, of the future. Everything about taking care of a newborn “scares me to pieces,” she would tell me.

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Letter from Publisher, May 2014

Welcome to May—the month that delightfully brings to mind our appreciation for mothers. As a mother to three young children, I have been blessed in my chosen role and daily rejoice in the smiles, hugs and “I love you’s” that come my way. I also count myself blessed to still have my own mother nearby to voice her wisdom, give generous hugs and provide the heart-warming support all children bask in.

headshotOne of my deep desires for my children is that they mature into individuals that enjoy what they do every day of their lives and share their gifts in ways that help make the world a better place. They are fortunate to have a mother who is enabled by you all to do just that. Continue reading