Mom and me, 1979. |
To say my mom was an iconoclast would be an understatement. She came from a hard-scrabble immigrant family that did not know how to provide warmth to children. For some reason, my mom decided that she would be different, and she set out to create for herself and her kids a life of love and affection. Sometimes she drove us crazy with her compliments and encouragement, especially since it was never offset with any criticism. It was only later in life that I realized how rare it is to grow up with such a mother. Last week my sister found my mom's calendar, and on it was an entry for the following week that said "Wednesday: make sure to compliment [one of my siblings] on her photographs." That pretty much summed up my mom.
Let there be no mistake. Mom could be irascible and stubborn. One thing that drove me crazy earlier in life was her almost pathological inability (or unwillingness) to acknowledge the downsides of life. But one dark day a few years back, when I was struggling with a setback, my mom called me on the phone and read me the following poem by Langston Hughes. She knew the score. And I will miss her something fierce.
Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Langston Hughes, “Mother to Son” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.
Source: The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (Vintage Books, 1994
Source: The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (Vintage Books, 1994