There is something pretty special about being proud of your mom. While we were very different, we had a very close relationship. One of the many things I admired about my mom
we her ability to remain calm, even when it may have felt her world was collapsing around her.
My parents divorced when I was very young. Knowing she needed to support her four kids she took a position in history department of California State University Chico. Growing up outside of Boston this was quite a departure for her and for all of us. No one was happy about this move. She started her job as a professor of History, one of few female professors. Meanwhile her four daughters were falling apart around her. She held it together eventually becoming chair of the department.
I think so often of how she would feel about the past few years. There is a part of me that is happy that she has not had to endure them. One of my mom’s biggest regrets was that she not partake in the march from Selma to Montgomery, with babies that she was responsible for she simply could not. And part of me knows that if she was here she would have had her chance to >>>>> about not being able to march and she would be pleased with the work so many are doing.
Equity, diversity and inclusion were …..for her.
She raised four competent, independent, intelligent, compassionate women and I know she is proud of us.
I miss her…every day.
