I have one vivid memory of a Mother’s Day when I was about 10. I was starting to experiment with cooking (this phase didn’t last very long) and I had perfected my Egg Foo Young recipe. I was going to cook this for Mother’s Day breakfast. I carefully picked out all the ingredients. I made up a fancy menu which I presented to Mom who was going to get her breakfast in bed feast. I fried up the onions. I peeled the shrimp. The aroma was wafting throughout the apartment. I had a tray with a flower on it. I happily presented the delicious meal to Mom. The only problem was that she had the stomach flu and the smell of it cooking was making her even sicker and the sight of it was even worse. But she happily accepted my gift and only told me years later that she was ready to run to the bathroom to throw it all up. Even sick as a dog, she made me feel so special and absolutely loved.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all. And that includes all of us who do not have children, but instead have chosen the furrier variety!
And as an aside, if you are going to the National Stationery Show at Javits Center in NYC, please stop by the Hester and Cook Kitchen Papers booth where the Hilda Glasgow line will be on display. Booth 2844. See you there!
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.
Just wanted to mention our very first television appearance. Mother’s Day is fast approaching and The Gift Insider thought one of Hilda’s drawings would be the perfect gift. Here’s the link below. So did the camera add 10 pounds to Cyd? She will always look eternally fabulous in any case.