MOTHER’S DAY PHOTO SHOOT

Mother’s Day has taken on new meaning for me. For years, I used to stay in bed, eat Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream….and just cry – mourning the death of my own mother. While it has gotten easier over the last 14 years – last year, I found myself in that same position. Weird how the emotions ebb and flow over the years. But the reality is that my life has greater meaning now that I am a mother…and that has made facing this day a little easier.  I treasure the relationship that I have with my sister and her kids on another level because I know that we are a reflection of my mother’s love and life.

So that led me to ask one of my fave photographers – Erica Rodriquez to meet me at Greynolds Park to capture mommy moments doing one of our favorite things..us all hanging out together. I wanted to do it with my sister in celebration of Mother’s Day.  Even though I take lots of photos of my kids – I’ve never done this…and it was a special time for us. It was a gorgeous day at the park. The sun was shining so beautifully…you can see the sunrays in lots of our photos. When I first saw it…I knew then that it was my mother shining her light on us in approval of the moms we are today.

Sharing a few of my favorite pics from our day.

Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama
This is us! Me and my two babies and my step-son Khari…My sister and her two girls and son. We come as a package deal.

Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama
Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama
Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama
Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama

One Balanced Mama Mother's Day Photo Shoot
AJ and his silly smiles…cracks me up!

Mothers Day Shoot One Balanced Mama

SURVIVING LIFE WITHOUT MOM

There are no words to express the love between a mother and their child.  And definitely harder to express the loss of a parent.  My mother’s name was Margareth Joseph, we called her Maggie for short.  Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death.  She passed away at 4:08AM, May 10, 2004…..on Mother’s Day.  As if losing your mom is not cruel enough.

My mother battled with breast cancer for five years…I was 28 when she passed – she had just turned 50 years old….twelve days before her death.  I had a 50th birthday dinner party for her at one of her favorite restaurants in Miami…the Rusty Pelican. I surprised her with her sisters and brothers who flew in town.  She was quiet most of the dinner…she spent the time looking closely at everyone as if she knew it would be our last time all together.  For her 50th birthday, I presented her with a book of notes that I had people in the family write to her – letting them know how much she meant to them and their favorite memories of her.  It was something she wanted to know…I remember a few weeks earlier, laying on her in bed and she asked me what was one of my favorite memories of her.  I told her it was when she would take me to her office after school and I would sit back and admire how busy she looked on her desk.  She had so many piles of paper and she seemed to multi-task so easily.  I remember saying to myself…”One day – I wanna be that!  I wanna be a SECRETARY!!!!”  When I told her that story, she laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes.  She loved that story and I knew the gift of favorite memories would be a perfect gift for her.