On a rainy April day way back my mom was born. But make no mistakes, that was no ordinary day; it was Friday and if that wasn’t enough, it was April 13th. Back home in my native Romania, Friday the 13th is a day you hide in your house and the only decisions you make is… what to eat and when to use the bathroom. If you don’t want his highness Bad Luck to find you, that is.
Going back to April 13th, the day my mom was born. I was told it was a gray and cold day, pouring rain starting at sunrise, a rain that didn’t end until the next day. After long hours of labor, through thunders and lightening Grandma said she heard a tiny voice screaming bloody murder coming from this baby, redder than a lobster and beating the air with her tiny arms.
She named the baby Stefania and, after a few days she took her home, but she never really made a connection with the baby and soon, she took her to her parents’s village and left her there for them to raise her. During Mom’s first seven years of her life, my grandma only visited her once when she was about three years old.
When Mom turned seven, Grandma uprooted her once more, this time taking her back to Bucharest. Fall came and Mom started first grade. Soon she was joined by a sister and a brother but for some reason my mom never felt love, never had a real connection with her mother.
Fast forward several years, my mom married my dad. Eventually they had their family, three daughters to be exact. I’m the middle one. Throughout her life my mom had always tried to be the mother her own mother never was: loving, protective, caring, forgiving, generous, supportive. She always was there for her girls, celebrating our successes and suffering along with us during our trials. But above all, she loved us unconditionally, with all she was, with all she had.
I resented my grandma for as long as I’ve known she never loved my mom the way every child should be loved by their parents. In some ways I always felt the need to love Mom that much more, trying in some ways to make up for the love she’d missed as a child.
Life took me away from my parents, many many miles away. Today, when we celebrate my mom’s birthday I’m an ocean away but my heart and my spirit is right there, next to her wishing her from the bottom of my heart, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! Blessed to call you my mom and be loved by you! ❤