8 May 2025

Mother’s Day is this Sunday, and I find myself missing three remarkable women who played an invaluable role in my life’s journey.

One of them is Sue Givot, who embraced me when I was just 15 and remained a constant presence in my life until her recent passing. Sue and her husband were deeply involved in the youth organization (USY), which I was fortunate to be part of. Through them, I formed lasting friendships with their daughters, Debbie and Jodi—connections that have endured for over 60 years, despite the physical distance between us.

Even across miles, we stayed close, regularly exchanging letters through snail mail. Sue never failed to remind me of the special bond we shared, a connection that has remained a cherished part of my life.

My mother-in-law, Loretta Hale, was more than just family—she was my friend, my second mom. From the very first day we met, she accepted me wholeheartedly, and together we shared so many cherished moments. She defied the stereotypical mother-in-law role, offering unconditional support and friendship. She never judged, but when needed, she provided gentle, motherly advice.

During a difficult period with my own mother, Loretta reminded me that I was loved—something she knew firsthand, as she and my mom had built a beautiful relationship of their own. Her kindness and presence were a gift, and I will always be grateful.

The last Mother’s Day I shared with my mom, Dorothy Friedman Moss—D’Vasha—was nine years ago. As people often say, if I had known it would be our last, maybe I would have spent more time with her or chosen a more meaningful gift. But the truth is, we rarely recognize “the last time” until it has already passed.

There are countless sayings about living life to the fullest and embracing happiness, yet amid the whirlwind of daily responsibilities, we often move through moments—sometimes even the most precious ones—without truly realizing their significance.

This year I was able to celebrate Mother’s Day with my first born, Steve, early.  The time we spent together was simple, sweet, and wonderful.  I enjoy the company of my sons, and I appreciate the time we spend together and the communication we have throughout the year.

This weekend, I’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day with my youngest, Alex. We’ll be traveling to his new home and exploring the beauty of Kentucky together. Alex has invited me to stay on while my husband returns for work, and whether I decide to extend my visit or not, I’m deeply grateful that he wants to spend more time with me.

This post is not meant to diminish anyone’s experience, especially for those who find this weekend filled with sadness and grief. For many, Mother’s Day carries a heavy weight—particularly for those who have lost children through miscarriage, illness, or death.

I remember my first Mother’s Day after the loss of a deeply wanted pregnancy. In my pain, I unintentionally allowed my sorrow to overshadow the day for my mother and mother-in-law. It’s a moment I cannot take back, but I can honor that experience by continuing to grow—choosing kindness, grace, and a gentler approach in the way I move forward.

To my friends and acquaintances who are Not Moms—whether by choice or circumstance—please know that this day is for you too. So many of you have stepped into roles as surrogate moms, teachers, caregivers, and mentors, offering love, guidance, and support to children in countless ways.

Your kindness, dedication, and the impact you make deserve to be celebrated. Today, and every day, your presence matters.

And if Mother’s Day isn’t something you’re celebrating this year, why not celebrate my brother Joel’s 79th birthday instead?

For years, he shared this special day with our Aunt Lieba, and now, he celebrates surrounded by his wife TL, his daughter and grandchildren, and the incredible music community of Saratoga Springs.

So, sing a song, sing it loud, and most importantly—CELEBRATE!