Mommy Dearest

Earlier this week, we celebrated my mother’s seventy-fifth birthday.

For me, and I’m sure many others, the attainment of a milestone – especially a big birthday – causes deep reflection and analysis. Although the shallow reactions are far more amusing…

  • “Wow, can’t believe you’ve lived this long!” (Just kidding, Mom.)
  • “Is your husband still alive too?” (Yes, this IS a miracle, Dad.)
  • “Seriously? And YOUR parents are still alive?” (Tfoo, tfoo, tfoo!!!)
  • “You don’t look a day over sixty-five!!” (Really, Mom.)
  • “Your kids are HOW OLD?” (When you start giving birth at twenty, Mom…)
  • “You and your daughter look like sisters!” (You know that’s BS, right Mom?)

As I look at the journey I still have ahead of me, seventy-five no longer feels far away. And the idea of that fact makes me feel tremendously anxious. There is so much more I still hope to learn and accomplish in the coming decades.

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My mother was born in Siberia during the war. Though her memories of those very early years are dim, her recollections of life in a Displaced Persons camp in Ulm, Germany are sharper. There she went to school and lived amongst family and others who were Jewish, Yiddish-speaking refugees from Poland, Russia, Ukraine and other European countries. There was much poverty, illness, hopelessness, and many challenges to deal with as people tried to rebuild their lives. Being part of a group known as Survivors was a core part of her identity. It was in this camp, a compound connected to a police station and surrounded by barbed wire, that she waited for the “Gold Ticket” that eventually would grant her passage to America in 1949 when she was nine.Neiman Family A

I have no idea if my mother was a good “big sister” to her brother and sister during the rest of their childhood in Boston. They were very poor and trying to acculturate in those days. I do know, however, that she met and fell in love with my dad at the age of fifteen; married him at nineteen; and had me a year later. By the age of twenty-nine, she had four children between the ages of six months and eight years of age. And, no matter where we lived – whether in Boston, New York, Maryland, Israel, or back in New York – my mother remained deeply devoted to her parents who we visited with regularity. (As a matter of fact, when I grew up, her threatening question to force good behavior always was, “What will Baba and Zaydie say???”)

With no college degree, my mother seemed able to find jobs. Without being a “women’s libber,” she always worked and had a voice in our home that was equal to Dad’s. She was a secretary/receptionist; worked in the accounting department of TWA; co-operated a nail salon with her sister; and even sold high-end products in a bath shop. She also approached her numerous volunteer roles as though they were paid full-time jobs. Mom has been able to thrive on raw intelligence, pure common sense, and highly developed people skills. And when it was time to contemplate slowing down, she moved to Florida to be close to – and be able to help care for – her parents.

Many think I look like my mother. Others say I sound like her. We are both first-borns and we know how to go after what we want. We are “half-full” types of people who know how to make lemonade from lemons. Yet, she and I know that we are very different people…I am not the good “self-less” daughter that she is. I’m just not. But she also knows that I tremendously respect the road she’s travelled and appreciate the numerous things she’s done to pave the way for my own trek. At the end of the day, I know that her lessons laid the groundwork for my own passions, commitments, and love of family.

I love you, Mom. But, no, I’m not moving to Florida.

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About Through Jewish Eyes

Just an average girl trying to do good, with a family and a faith that keep her grounded and focused on what's important.

Posted on October 29, 2015, in Random Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. What a beautiful tribute to your mother. I could not have said it better. I don’t expect you to move to Florida but one never knows!!!!! I love you very much and thank you for the great blog.

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