My dad told my mom Saturday night he wanted to go to the movies. She asked him if he was crazy because the Rangers were playing Game 7. If you don’t understand who I am, here lies the perfect example of how I turned out to be who I am.
A lot of people focus on how I’m similar to my dad. I have the Italian temper (although my fuse is far longer than his, thankfully), I have the Mediterreanian tone to my looks, I have a love for science and deep understanding for math. Oh and we both can be pretty stubborn (which leads to most of his and my arguing). But people easily miss how I’m very much like my mom. She’s always quick to help someone with a smile. She’s always turning a smile to the world even if she’s not feeling so hot on the inside. I get my creativity from her too (although I cannot sew a lick like she can).
And my mom is the biggest cheerleader anyone could ever have.
Back in 2009, there was some major press swirling about Patch, many of which featured me. Leading the way as an article in Newsweek, but the Star-Ledger also wrote a story that prominently featured me. Of course I was proud, but my mother was even more proud. She was carrying around a copy of Newsweek and the Star-Ledger’s business section for weeks. In fact, the copies may still be in her purse. And her conversation with most people started with “Oh, hi, how are you doing? Did you know Jennifer was in Newsweek? No? Well, I just have a copy right here.”
Honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing when my mom does something like that (wasn’t the first time, but it’s the most prominent example). Of course, every child feels that way when their mother starts pumping them up to other people. But her actions come from a place of love and pride, and I’ve come to realize that as I’ve gotten older.
And everyone needs a good cheerleader in their lives who will overlook all of your faults and pump you up. It helps you build confidence and it helps you reach for your dreams, no matter what they are. My mom’s been that force in my life. I don’t know what I’d ever do without her, and I’m lucky she’s still her. I wouldn’t be the person I am or have achieved everything I have without her.
Thanks, Mom. And happy Mother’s Day.