My mother was involved in the shul, the school PTA, the Bikur Cholim… and she was also my mother

Some childhood experiences can truly only be understood as an adult.

It was only when I looked at my 11-year-old daughter that I realized how little I was when my mother passed away. My heart ached, for the girl who had so many needs that were completely overlooked, and for the adult who continues to live a life of adulthood without ever being able to say, “Look, Ma, I made it!”

Growing up in a small community, everyone knew my mother. Her passing left so many in the community bereft, missing the powerhouse who got things done. My mother was involved in the shul, the school PTA, the Bikur Cholim….

…and she was also my mother.