Mom married Bernie Glasgow in 1938. She was 25. Dad was a painter and it was decided that they weren’t going to have kids. She was fine with this. They had a great life together, enjoying work, travel, friends and family. But after almost 20 years, she decided she had changed her mind and I guess Dad agreed. She was about 44 and had trouble conceiving. They went through all the tests available in 1957. Not much more could be done. So, just like she always did, she looked forward to a different adventure. They bought a car and were planning a trip to Mexico and then… You know the rest. I was born August 4, 1958 and she was turning 45 in December. I asked her if she ever had reservations about having a child so late in life, and a first child at that. She said no. She just knew it was going to be fine. And it was. More than fine.
This whole experience of The White Cabinet has been an ode to my Mom. How I miss her. Thank you everyone for your comments, encouragement and memories of your own mothers. Some people have told me that my story has inspired them to honor their Mom’s in their own way. I never thought that this would affect so many people. It’s extraordinary. Now onward to year 3 of this amazing journey. I can’t imagine what lies ahead.