Every few years we get a Mother’s Day even more special and more difficult than most. My mom became a mother for the very first time 30 years ago today. And in the years to follow she became a mother again. And again (<-that’s me!). And again. But it didn’t stop there. Though she never had any more after us four, my mom welcomed thousands of young people into her life as if they were her own. Yes, thousands. Between the four of us, our friends, our neighbors, the dance studio, her students, our classmates, our roommates, our coworkers, and beyond she has done everything in her power to take care of everyone our lives touch. It’s remarkable. In spite of the curveballs, and mountains, and atomic missiles life continually thrusts her way, she remains a lover and a believer and fights with every last bit of her soul to bring love and joy to those around her. Now if that’s not a badass mom, I don’t know what is. 30 years ago today my sister, Felicia was born, and although her time on earth was cut way too short she has graced, protected, and guided us every step of the way. Today we celebrate my beautiful mother and the beautiful angel who made her one. I love you both so much.