On March 8th, I celebrated my Mother’s birthday, even though she passed away three years ago at the age of 91. Her birthday had become an important part of my life.
Some 20 years earlier, during a visit to Seattle from her home in Florida, my mother, a recent widow, took me aside and told me that she was disappointed in me for not properly acknowledging her birthday. At first I was surprised, but I thought about it, and I realized that she was right. Some of my indifference to her birthday was rooted in my early life experience, where I felt neglected by my mother. But, I reflected... Read More